"This is a once in a lifetime thing," he said, counting up the bloody cuts on my legs and back. I lost my skirt when the raft turned over in the first rapids, but somehow I ended up with one of Tom's flipflops. It's hardly a fair exchange.
Let me advise those of you considering a "float" down the waters of Austin's Greenbelt while the cubic-feet-per-whatever is still high from all the rain this summer...
IT'S NOT HIGH ENOUGH TO KEEP YOU FROM BEING RAKED OVER ROCKS FOR FIVE HOURS.
Leave your rafty innertubes at home and hang out on the rocks at a stationary swimming hole, where you can safely lend a hand
with binikis askew
emerge from the water
all black and blue.
(I wasn't using the skin on my knees anyway.)