We had a dory flip there, and then go left. Ugly. That was one of the scariest swims I know of. I was above the Doll House when the boom of fiberglass hitting the upstream end of the island rocked our world. I ran back through/up/over Doll House, across the creek, down the boulder garden, and still the swimmers had not popped up yet. That's a scene I hope to never repeat. In the end, all were fine, but rattled.
Our group launches on another canyon trip in a little over a week. I love the challenge and rewards of the rapids there, but I'd be quite happy to see us all sneak right on this one.