We ended up with 3 guys and 3 gals in my boat, a bit underpowered. We ran Staircase and the Main.
We hooked up with a guy I knew who we just happened to meet in the Take Out, and we kind of followed them. They had 8 in their boat.
We had a clean (enough) run thru Staircase, and a few bumps on rocks, but no big deal. And then in Slalom, I broached the front of the raft on a triangle rock in the center. I had this brilliant idea after I could see that I wasn't making the move to the Right, to try the move to the Left. It didn't work, and I could see we were headed to the rock. The boat hung, and then kind of pivoted around the rock, so the back of the boat was downstream, but still stuck.
The right tube kind of got a bit low in the water, so I high-sided everybody, and then moved them to the back, and the front finally came off, after about 2 minutes (or so it seemed). No worse for the wear, but everybody was a bit excited.
We went down around the corner, and the guys in the other boat had somehow hung on the same rock in Slalom, and pitched all but 3 into the river. Some chick with them had a nasty swim, or so she claimed. When we go there, she wasn't looking good sitting along the bank with a Mike's Hard Lemonade, had been crying. They ended up cutting their trip at the Confluence.
We ate lunch, and then looked up, and xxxxxx Outfitters equipment was all floating past. Paddles, bottles, clothes... as they had broached one of their rafts in Slalom. I fished everything out for them.
But, there was plenty of carnage for the day. We had a good run the rest of the way, and I started letting my crew drink after Slalom. I think they needed the beer....
