Rope in lower Clear Creek
I let go of a rope as i was being pulled in by a swimmer in Rigo. I'll go back and look tomorrow. Before any ass hat decides to armchair quarterback this one, it was the second deployment after previously recovering a swimmer and repacking. I thought I missed this swimmer and was starting to pull in the line when he caught the bag on the end. Next time I'll know to wait until doubly sure I missed.
50 foot yellow line in a green nrs bag.
On the river, I can abandon who I am and what I've done. However brief it lasts, while on the river I am nothing important and everything insignificant. I am flotsam, and happy to be so.