Friday: our party put in about noon. We approached Salmon Falls, sided by its rock wall on the left and big boulders on the right. Sitting in the front of the blue Avon I had the best seat in the house. In our way were two giant rocks, just right of center. Our boat captain calmly read the current, lined us up with the rock on the right. Our pace quickened as the current pushed us down the falls into the slot from right to left. But instead of sliding to the left around the trouble our rubber raft slammed directly into the big round rock, spinning our boat sideways into a hole. He pulled mightily on the oars, backing our boat out of the hole, rotating clockwise. Now we were positioned backwards in the heart of the rapid. I freaked but my friend on the oars laughed as we ran the balance of the rapid facing upstream.
"That was fun," I screamed.
Before my friend could answer we crashed into the next big wave and both of us were soaked by the giant splash that came over the stern. We pulled into an eddy and watched the others run the rapid.
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