Riding the Bull Down Snake River - Yeehaw!!!

I’m sure you’ve heard of “riding a bull”🐂 but have you ever heard of riding a bull DOWN A RIVER? I hadn’t heard of it either, until I found myself riding the bull down Snake River in Wyoming. 

I guess it wasn’t technically a real bull, (no horns or mooing) but it felt like it! 

Our guide, Braxton asked “who wants to ride the bull”, not knowing what that meant, I immediately raised my hand.✋🏽 

It turns out, “riding the bull” means sitting right on the very front edge of the raft, with your legs dangling over the rushing currents, holding a small rope with a knot at the end. 

At first, it wasn’t too bad. A few waves splashed me,🌊 and once or twice I almost fell backward into the boat, but I survived. Then we got to the two biggest rapids of the whole trip. 

They didn’t look too bad from far away, or even close up really. It wasn’t until we got right up on it and our boat was tipping down, nose first, like we were going down a waterfall and then popped back up, going straight through the huge rapid that I realized how crazy it was. 

Luckily, I’d asked Braxton what to expect, and he told me to be ready for two big waves. The first one slammed me straight into Grier’s lap (she was sitting right behind me). I gasped for air, totally soaked, thinking it was over…and THEN I remembered the second wave. 

Before I could even blink, it crashed right over me. I practically drowned in a boat!🚣🏽

When we finally made it through, we were supposed to wave👋🏻 at the camera,📸 but Grier and I just stared at each other like, “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!” 

It was the most fun rafting trip of my life…and my first.