We waited 45 minutes for the orientation to begin. Got tired of waiting.
We didn't expect to be rafting with hundreds of other boats, many of which contained drunks. Beer cans were floating in the river. Saturday, the river was so packed that the ride was like a bumper car ride. Boats were smashing into us and piling up on rocks and each other. We spent most of the time getting unstuck on rocks and spinning around, going backwards over the rapids.
In the first mile of the trip, I was knocked out of the boat and swept down the rapids for about a quarter mile. It was like going down a long, steep waterslide made of sharp boulders. I smashed my elbows, knees and butt, even though I tried to do what they told me: float on my back with my feet pointing forward. On the way down the rapids, I got pulled under the waves a few times--long enough to lose my breath. I couldn't make it to shore because the water was too fast. It's the closest I've come to drowning. I finally came to a calm portion. By then, I was too battered and exhausted to swim to shore. Some drunk college kids in a raft extended their paddle to me and pulled me ashore, where I collapsed. I'll never go whitewater rafting again.
I didn't want to continue on the trip, so my spouse went looking for help. She had fallen out of the raft too, and was almost crushed by a raft that would've moved on top of her while she was in our raft, but she jumped out in time. She found a kind man who went to tell the raft company that we needed to be picked up, and the company came pretty quickly, which was great. They felt bad about our experience, but said it's the nature of the sport. I agree. On our way back in his truck, we had to pick up two more rafters who quit after a similar experience.
I'm in better shape than the average person--I lift weights and swim three times a week--but that didn't help. the water was too strong.
I'm surprised more people don't die on this trip. It's easy to knock your head and drown, bisect yourself on razor-sharp rocks, or at least cut and bruise yourself severely. And there's no cell-phone service in the canyon, so it's hard to get help. The closest pay phone was 5 miles from where we landed.
If you go, expect a lot of drunk, rowdy rafters. Bring a helmet and wear a full-body airbag. Bring a waterproof satellite phone to call for help. You must wear shoes with laces, or the river will suck your footwear off. Bring a bucket to bail out your boat; ours filled with water. Bring a watertight container for your food. read more