{"id":25599,"date":"2021-08-21T10:00:01","date_gmt":"2021-08-21T17:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/community.nrs.com\/?p=25599"},"modified":"2021-08-20T11:07:33","modified_gmt":"2021-08-20T18:07:33","slug":"passing-the-oars-on-the-san-juan-river","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/community.nrs.com\/duct-tape\/2021\/08\/21\/passing-the-oars-on-the-san-juan-river\/","title":{"rendered":"Passing the Oars on the San Juan River"},"content":{"rendered":"

There are a couple of elements to this opening story that will make you question my dad skills. The first is the fact that my 16 almost 17-year-old daughter has never touched a sheep.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

What kind of parent doesn\u2019t take their kid to a petting zoo where they might touch a sheep?<\/p>\n

Stay with me. It gets worse. So much worse.<\/p>\n

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We were somewhere in Colorado on our way to float a section of the San Juan River in Utah. Our party consisted of my daughter, her friend and me. The sheep conversation had started because we were traveling through sheep country. It was early June and ewes and new lambs dotted the sagebrush-covered hills along the highway.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could touch one now,\u201d I suggested.<\/p>\n

This led to the question of whether or not my daughter, who is reasonably fast, could outrun a sheep. Her friend tried to Google the answer but had no service. We would just have to do this the old-fashioned way.<\/p>\n