Glad to hear all went well.
I love kayacking and canoes were once the pickups of their day 400 years ago.
Myself I have a healthy respect for any river. When I was a senior we went on a white water rafting trip. I was pretty gung-ho and sat right up front. Now this was at the hight of spring run off so the water was really raging. Anyway everything started out good until our raft hit the waterfall. The rafted folded inward, but in half. Throwing me into the boat. A good thing, but as I went to climb back on, well as I pushed myself back, the raft pitched the other way and I fell into the water. The problem was my foot got caught on the rope running around the raft.
I kicked and kicked but could not get free. I was trapped under the raft as we bounced down the rapids, rocks hitting me everywhere and of course I could not breath. That whole under water thing really kind of sucked. Finally the guide cut the rope and I was free from the boat but floating down the river on my own. I was right next to shore but was flying by so fast by the time I reached for roots and rocks I was well past them. As I said the water was raging.
Finally I just started swimming for the raft...a big no no because bouncing off rocks head first at high speed is not a great idea. Still I was a strong swimmer and I made it, the guide pulling me in just in time to hit another waterfall. When we made eye contact I could tell that both of us were very scared. I honestly thought I was going to die under that raft.
White water rafting...ba humbug. I'll take frozen water anyday on a snowmobile. Much, much safer!!
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"