Christa’s first whitewater adventure!

The Johnson's Whitewater Trip

I was 11 years old, looked like a boy and had no fashion sense.  I was on a 5,000 mile roadtrip West from Georgia with my family.  We hit everything from the Alamo in San Antonio (Dad’s favorite), to Rocky Mountain National Park where I celebrated my 11th birthday (and got a walkman!), to Santa Fe’s open air markets full of turquoise…finally landing in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  To this day, my Mom’s favorite place in the world.

The oldest of four, I was the only one that went whitewater rafting on the Snake River.  I’d broken my arm the day before our roadtrip, so my Dad wrapped my cast in plastic, the guides did their safety spiel, we bundled up as it was a cooler day and took to the rapids!  The photo was captured that day…and it did not reveal itself again (thanks to my Mom’s belated photo organizing project) until last year.

I’ve lived in Jackson Hole for 7 years now and have worked for Barker-Ewing the last 3.  Little did I know, until this photo appeared, that I went whitewater rafting on the Snake, with the very company I now work for, 21 years later.  It’s a small world! Jackson is the place I now call home…and a great excuse for my family to HAVE to visit Jackson Hole, the Tetons and the Snake River.