Every good boatman (or boatwoman of course) needs a right-hand man. Your very own Sundance kid. Robin. Doc Sarvis. Whatever.
I am speaking of a river dog. Mine have accompanied me everywhere, from my lonely semi-homeless nights as a rookie on the Arkansas to ethereal slot canyons behind the La Sals. We endured the monotony of front range winters together, and the freedom of BLM wandering.
Now my call for help:
Other than rowing rivers, my passion is rescuing dogs. Between 3 and 4 million are killed in this country every year simply because there are not enough homes to go around. So please, if you have ever considered bringing a 4 legged boating friend into your life, check out your local shelter.
The most rewarding thing about rescuing a dog from certain city-shelter death is the mutual love, companionship, and adventure you can share together. Sleeping on your boat with your dog at your side is priceless.
If you happen to live on/near the front range and have been thinking about a river dog, check out Hope for Animals. This is a nonprofit group out of Georgetown/Evergreen that I volunteer for. We are a network of foster homes and boarding kennels who integrate dogs, who have been pulled from city shelters before they are killed, into our own homes for a time to get them accustomed to family life. Here is our website with a listing of our current adoptable critters. We are in desperate need of foster/adoptive homes, being filled to capacity in this crappy economy.
Hope For Animals - Clear Creek Rescue (formerly CCCARL): Animal rescue
Thanks for reading my ode to real river life (and my canine cohorts),
PS Sorry this was kind of off-topic...but it is fall now and therefore there are less pressing high water discussions occuring...and if anyone would like to share the story of how they met their canine/s, I for one would love to hear it!