Except you can't keep your eyes off the high desert hills, jagged pink and brown cones, remnants of ancient seabeds thrust high by geologic collision.
The road runs miles beside the uneven edge of hot rock against blue sky. The constant line of contrast and clarity clears the mind's clutter. After a half-hour's drive, you're awake to the moment.
Even an impending whitewater moment, when your raft rocks in a sideways slide over unseen rocks and you wonder if this is the time you'll flip.
You don't, today.
But your heart pounds and you dig your paddle in deep, and you whoop as you plunge over a drop. And at the end of the ride you can't stop smiling.
To gift yourself with a river experience, call (800) 544-1181 or click Los Rios River Runners. Then go.
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