Where you ladies from?

9/9/95

A couple of trips ago I had the words taken right out of my mouth by a sharp and witty young lady.
We were on a 12 day, 6 boat Grand Canyon river trip. Following protocol, two lovely young ladies rode in a different boat every day. We do this in an effort to get to meet all of the guests. On the fourth day our two ladies climbed into my boat (for the first time) and before we could push away from shore Cindy asked me if she could row the flat water this morning. Happy to be able to finish my coffee and wake up a bit before launching into another day of entertaining guests I granted her request and put her on the oars right out of camp.

Like a pro she pushed the boat off of shore and pulled hard on the oars until she was well into the current. She worked the oars smoothly, eventually pointing the bow downstream. Just as she had seen for the past 3 days (imitating a boatman) she slipped the handles of the oars under her knees (holding the blades out of the water), put her feet up on the frame, and leaning back with her hands behind her head said to me "so, where are you ladies from"?

John Volkman