| 07.12.07: Sombrero 500 |
Every spring when the snow-melt is at its highest, and the water is at its coldest and wildest, my friends and I buy $6 rafts from BigLots, don whatever protective gear we can find and slip into the Platte River for the running of the Sombrero 500 -- a totally made-up race in which the one who floats the 12 miles from Bear Creek Park (aka Sombrero Park) to the rapids at the Platte River and Cherry Creek confluence (past Cactus) first, wins. There are rapids and hazards along the entire journey, the constant
threat of hypothermia, poor water quality, and this year we added the
additional danger of our friend Chris biking along side the river and
taking shots at us with his pellet pistol. Usually only one or two
rafts make the entire journey, but this year a whopping total of four
crossed the finish line, and with very little personal injury to note.
A huge success. And a good thing that Chris is a poor shot.
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Every spring when the snow-melt is at its highest, and the water is at its coldest and wildest, my friends and I buy $6 rafts from BigLots, don whatever protective gear we can find and slip into the Platte River for the running of the Sombrero 500 -- a totally made-up race in which the one who floats the 12 miles from Bear Creek Park (aka Sombrero Park) to the rapids at the Platte River and Cherry Creek confluence (past Cactus) first, wins.
There are rapids and hazards along the entire journey, the constant
threat of hypothermia, poor water quality, and this year we added the
additional danger of our friend Chris biking along side the river and
taking shots at us with his pellet pistol. Usually only one or two
rafts make the entire journey, but this year a whopping total of four
crossed the finish line, and with very little personal injury to note.
A huge success. And a good thing that Chris is a poor shot.













