Bridge Canyon Rapid came at us fast and direct, a powerful tongue driving straight into a series of big, crashing waves stacked down the middle. The current accelerated quickly, funneling us into steep haystacks that rose high and broke hard over the bow. The first hit sent a cold wall of water straight into the front of the dory, soaking everyone up front. We kept a clean, straight line through the heart of the wave train, the boat flexing with each impact but holding its course. As the rapid tapered off, swirling boils and eddies tugged at the hull, but a few steady strokes carried us clean into the pool below.
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