I had some whitewater background as a youth and after college my old teacher said a new outfitter was hiring. After completing several days of raft-guide training, I was “down” with the seasoned guides and we went out to the bar. The road back to the outfitter’s went along the (calm, night-dammed) river and the guy just pulled over without explanation and led us across the rocks and was like “swim here.” I was fascinated but I was very much thinking “we’re all gonna make the morning news: Drunk Raft Guides Dead, Wedged Into Underwater Rock Fissure.” After doing it once, though, it was very tame, not like your thing at all. During the day with the water flowing, though…
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