05/11/2026
"Life is not about how fast you can run or how high you can climb, but how well you can bounce." ~unknown
And bounce I did. Right off the hard dusty ground when I was holding a dally on a calf at branding and my horse let adrenaline get the best of him. One of my comrades was kind enough to hold the rope and coach me back onto my stead so we could finish the job of dragging him to the fire for vaccination, branding and castration. I roped a few more. The pain set in...later.
All that happened after a Smith River trip was cut short by the raft I was riding in being punctured, right after I swam to the shore of a 40 degree river on a 35 degree morning, right after I got tipped and fully submerged in said river, right after I BOUNCED off a rock wall with my fin-less SUP, right after I broke and lost my replacement fin on said SUP, right after I broke and lost my original fin on said SUP.
Needless to say last week was a long one. But I bounced. Sort of. I am healing, likely from a bruised tailbone and torn rotator cuff. You could also say my pride is bruised but honestly I was attempting to SUP the Smith for no one but myself. In the long first day paddling through snow and ice pellets, I became a better paddler. I was challenged. I was awaken in my tent at 3am by ruthless geese who seemed to never sleep. I scraped frost off the interior of my tent with my fingernails. Day 2 gave us abundant blue skies and sunshine. And enough firewood to thaw our frozen bodies. I was with a fine group of rafters who were kind enough to onboard my light gear after my spill and accept me as a passenger (and harmonica entertainer). Memories were made. Lessons were learned. Like how the Montana Fish, Wildlife & Parks doesn't give a darn if you call them to discuss river details (because you're one of the first attempting your feat at current levels) and doesn't bother to call you back. Like how the one publicly accessible private entity along the 60 mile stretch of river advertised refreshments, rooms, and showers but treated our group with a punctured raft like the biggest inconvenience of the century and refused to serve me. So...we bounced. Right out of there and spent our dollars elsewhere.
Sometimes we don't achieve our goal. Sometimes we don't win the race. Sometimes our money isn't good enough to buy an $18 shower. But our integrity becomes evident in how we react to the circumstances, dire as they may be. So we light fireworks in the rain. We bring the light, despite the darkness. What if, when beginning your next challenge, you do so less with a mindset of winning, and more with a mindset of learning, of hearing opposition, of being prepared for the outcome and accepting it with grace. How well can you "bounce" when things don't work out as planned?
Happy motivational Monday!