So... that's what happens if you drop into the meat at Lava. No one in our entire group of 15 kayaks went for the thin left window. People either snuck way left, which still produced some carnage or took the standard right, which was fast and big but really just took more balls than brawn.
Just missed you Russ, caught your group on the three day layover at Tuckup I think it was, just below Havasu. Codye took good care of us and the Bailey's and Tequila you so graciously left for us went a long ways towards making that nights camp at Fern Glen one of, if not our best party night on the river! Thanks for that man, we owe you one for sure.
Cub boater: "What do the spiders mean?" Old fart boater: "Trust your intuition." CRCII