The call came in the dead of winter. It was a Seattle winter; therefore, instead of layers of snow blanketing the ground, or biting Arctic air knifing through your thickest, down jacket, there was a dismal grey light coming through the window and the streets glistened with rain. Any phone call was a welcome distraction. His voice sounded young, his questions were many and he spoke in the laconic parlance of surfers. Or, in his case, a snowboarder. He wanted to know about rafting and, specifically, guide training. He hailed from Baltimore and was working his way westward. That winter, he was a “liftie” at Schweitzer in the panhandle of Idaho. A Democratic governor with a penchant for Krispy Kreme donuts and blue dresses had just been elected president and - frankly - anything seemed likely. Even so, I was dubious. A snowboard punk thousands of miles from home, unfamiliar with the Northwest, expecting to land in Seattle...
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