Marc, you're just a pansy. If I ever meet you, I'm going to say that you're just a big fat, uh, just a big fat pansey.
Loop, I picked up on the sarcasm, but I keep my meter well calibrated.
What I want to know is why the hell didn't the boater with the sharpest teeth gnaw that shit down to 2X4's and build us all a sweet lodge to party in right on the river?
In all seriousness, thanks for the picture, and Vince for the description.
I still think we should let Deepsouth name every class II- or above rapid on this run. It's so hard to document your BPM (boofs per mile) or just spray about your outrageous sikness when you don't have every rock named. On our more established rivers to the east of here you could say that you boofed _____ rock on _____ drop just before the _____ move. SIIICCKKK!