212 Mile Rapid hit fast and sharp, with a narrow tongue that dropped quickly into a cluster of standing waves and chaotic boils. The main current funneled toward the center, where a series of laterals crashed hard from the right, threatening to shove the dory off line. We drove straight down the middle, punching through a steep wave that sent a cold sheet of water over the bow. Quick, controlled strokes held our angle as we threaded past submerged rocks and swirling eddies. The rapid let up just as quickly as it started, and we coasted into calmer water with the boat riding steady and dry.
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