205 Mile Rapid came into view as a broad, boulder-strewn drop where the river funneled tightly against the left bank. A long tongue of swift current pulled us in fast, pushing toward a line of exposed rocks and breaking waves along the left shore. We angled right to stay clear of the boulders, driving through a center wave train that rose in steep, choppy steps. Cold water splashed over the rails as we rode through a series of surging laterals that tried to spin the dory broadside. Quick strokes kept us lined up cleanly, the boat flexing as it powered through each wave and boil. The rapid eased off quickly at the tail, and we drifted into calmer water with the dory riding high and steady.
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