The river swirled as we headed into the last major rapid of the day, Hospital Bar, a wicked Class III thrill ride that would cap an amazing afternoon of rafting. I couldn’t wait. “Get ready!” I yelled to my husband, George, sitting across from me at the front of the raft. It was like being in the first seat of a roller coaster, an adrenaline rush like no other.
Twelve of us were on the river together, good friends we had rafted with for years. Four big guys were in the back of our raft. The others were in
