These are alternating pictures between our two boats: me, Dear Husband, and my father with Robbie; my brother, his wife, and our mother with Keygan.
This was the very last stretch of river we rafted, looking back the way we came. It took all afternoon, because we had to wait for the water to flow downstream (we could paddle faster than the water flowed), so there were breaks to try some body surfing, jump off a rock, or otherwise rest and recover before the next push. Farther upstream was more scenic, with a winding river valley, lush greenery, blue sky, and fluffy white clouds that kept the strongest of the sun's rays from sunburning us.
We pulled out on the other side of the bridge from which I took this photo. Communication from the rafting company hadn't been very good (when to arrive, where to park, what not to bring); it turns out the "snacks" our fee included was pulled-pork sandwiches and hotdogs, but we had a pork roast in the slow cooker back at the cabin, so we drove home to eat and play games / do puzzle before jumping in the hot tub and going to bed.
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