So there I was...
The flow was 2.3 - a bit sketchy for the upper mish run in a borrowed raft. We decided to put in just above Pineview. Our raft smoothed the hell out of the rapid under the tight controls of none other than myself. We proceeded to pull over on river left just below the drop to watch some extreme tubers also style the drop - truly burly. Then the celebratory beers and mandatory safety meeting convened. And convened and convened. Finally we were ready to head back to the water. I let two bettys - one claiming serious river experience - assume control of the craft. We were immediately involved in the most vicious wrap I've seen since some jokers parked on Indecision Rock during Gorefest many years back. It's all true - topless bettys and Pomeranians with fuckin papers (show dog) floating down the river. So did I panic? No, there was a beverage involved. So I calmly finished my Diesel. Then ranger Rick arrived, complete with shiny new whistle! After hours of playing with pretty ropes and nifty knots, I deflated a tube and picked the boat up off the rock - naturally. So we commenced the celebration of raft rescue, minus one rope and one boat pump, in the eddy below the rock. Several hours later we realized that we'd only gone 1/4 mile in 4 hours. The planned two Bridges runs were out of the question - one was going to be epic for this crew. We got underway with the party barge. Hours later we arrived at the small dam below the Bridges run. Somehow, we'd missed the takeout entirely - by two miles - a first for me personally.
Well, at least I didn't have to drink a booty beer - I was the only one on a 9 person trip who didn't swim.
Jessica described it as a wonderful birthday present!