The Taylor River which comes from higher up in the mountains is faster running, with a lot of boulders.
We drove up to the launching area and while I waited for the men to unload the raft I grabbed a few photos
As the raft sat at the water's edge
I took this photo of the waiting waves.
But I was ready when the rafters launched from the shore.
Having photographed our son last summer when he took his kayak down this river, I knew the good places to stop to grab a shot, but I saw no raft.
Thinking perhaps the fast moving river had already caarried beyond that point, I moved on to the next. Still no raft in sight.
They looked OK though I noticed Chuck was now hatless.
I watched them successfully run the rapid and moved on to the next location.
Well ahead of them I had time to again take a few photos.
And watch this fisherman trying his luck in the river. However I never saw him land a fish.
Driving on ahead I watched them successfully maneuver a rocky part of the river.
Back in relatively calm water I saw nothing but smiles - that was until I got my husband in a warm car and the shivering began. The story was - sitting too high in the raft they upset very near the beginning of the trip