First off, sorry for complaining on a social medium like this. I think it best to avoid doing so whenever possible.
Swift water rapids have been mortally dangerous to the unlucky, untrained or inexperienced for as long as they have existed. If you choose the right guide, they can also be a lot of fun.
Mark, however, put us at unnecessary risk and was quite unpleasant otherwise. Do ask the owner, and if he's still employed when you consider Trinity, I'd strongly recommend going elsewhere. Keeping him means the business just doesn't care.
Most of the trip was spent listening to this man disturb the scenery with his unpleasant speech.
We suffered his ham-fisted attempts at self-aggrandizing humor (I've only done this a MILLION TIMES, I'm AWESOME at keeping people safe, etc.) , political interjections about how water conservation was 'ridiculous', or other unpleasant and idiotic remarks.
It restored no faith that the man would mangle the pronunciation of very simple words while bragging about his past as a student of ecology and (yikes!) a schoolteacher, or while brow beating us with clearly mistaken factual assertions about rivers and the natural world. Common sense made a fool of Mark time and time again.
The honest truth is that, by the time we hit the water, the already waning faith and respect we had in this small and somewhat unpleasant man was beginning to ferment into a collective contempt we all kept silent; it was a beautiful day, and we just needed to heed his (mostly good) boat commands and tolerate his (mostly obnoxious) person a few more hours until we could enjoy this place further without him. After all, he needn't be a man of letters. Mark just needed to keep us safe and help us to have fun.
Mark did not accomplish this.
We should not have been surprised at all when Mark ran the bow (front) of our raft, a boat he and only he could control, onto a large rock, amid very swift water, the most compressed and dangerous water on our trip. His mistake beached the front of the craft on the rock, allowing the boat's stern (rear) to turn slowly, pivoting on the immobilized bow, to our left, presenting our (starboard) broadside into a raging chute of potentially lethal river.
There is no good excuse for anyone to leave six novice rafters broadside in such a current that will wash them all under, trap them under one another, and trap several under the raft itself with rocks on either side and no egress route for quite longer than his cursory and self-congratulatory 'safety speeches' (I know what I'm doing, I'm going to keep you safe, etc.) had any single one of us prepared for.
Yes, we signed waivers. Yes, we knew the mathematical risk. Yes, kayaks spill, and some chose the inflatable kayak option. They were open to this and prepared.
A responsible raft guide, however, knows that raft spills are much more serious and much more avoidable. That is why he or or she must maintain control and responsibility of the boat, and not use several dishonest and childish explanations (clearly contradicted by our memories and, once again, common sense) of why we dumped, why it wasn't his fault, and how funny he thought it was that we had dumped and that he had 'stayed nice and dry' on the boat as we no longer had any fun on this trip.
Some of our crew saved others while getting washed downriver. Some cried. All had bruises and scrapes. Most were bleeding.
After re-boarding, a clearly nervous Mark gathered his remaining scraps of authority to attempt to force each of us to admit that we were 'having a good time' before continuing to brag about how he 'never got wet' (again untrue), and how we 'ruined his average' by being the only group he washed overboard that year.
I returned to tell the owner of Trinity River Rafting simply what had happened. He knew his guides and knew their personalities, but perhaps not what had happened.
In one short sentence, I explained how Mark had made one very bad decision that endangered ourgroup unnecessarily.
Well in character, Mark tried to lie his way out of the mess he'd created with his clumsy little mouth, attempting a loud argument. I simply said that I didn't want to talk with him, turned, and left. People like Mark save face only with those who they never meet. For that reason, if Mark still works there when and if you visit Trinity, I'd question the whole business.
Folks, if you do dump, don't panic, you will very likely resurface. If you are washing quickly downstream, remember to keep your feet downstream (rocks!) and your face up. Ride out the fast water until you are sure you have washed to a place calm enough to swim, pull, or drag yourself to safety.
I hope you all have a better time than we did! read more