After an apprehensive 2 months I finally decided to see why only the "chosen few" coordinated river trips. So let me start this with a few tips on coordinating.
The spirits of the old Indians sat in silence, overlooking their river. They were a little grumpy on this morning, or perhaps feeling a little mischievous. They watched intently as the group of white eyes dressed in strange cloths descended on their river, in colorful boats. One of the ancients nodded his head in the direction of the activity below said, “They want to jump like Rainbows, but today they will be nothing more than carp.” The group chuckled then sat back in stillness. The curse of the Tuckaseegee had been cast.
