ding an iceberg in the arctic could have been any colder. Each time I was splashed, thoughts of hypothermia flashed through my head.Our raft almost sank a few times because of the constant splashing of water into our raft. Each time we passed a stretch of rapids, and especially when we made it to the top of each fall a sense of anticipation would come over me I didnt know what would happen next. There was always a chance that our raft might hit a boulder and flip, or that someone might fall out. We were always passing these jagged rocks and giant boulders that could have easily flipped our raft or got us stuck. Some of the rocks were sharp enough to give you a bad gash or even break a bone if you hit them with enough force. Many rafts floating aside us were caught on big boulders, and they had a hard time getting there raft loose and back in the water. There were only one or two very unfortunate groups of people that had the misfortune of accidentally flipping their rafts. Our guide kept screaming out orders telling us which way to paddle or lean to keep us from flipping. Luckily, we never did. Finally, after rafting for what seemed like an hour, we reached the last fall. It was by far the largest and most dangerous on the entire river. Towering high above all the other falls, it stood apart from the rest of the scenery in a certain majestic and precipitous manner. By this time, the rapids had grown fierce and furious to the highest degree of extremity, surpassing any that we had ever faced before. At the same time, a dense mist, making it almost impossible to see engulfed the area surrounding us. The rapids had splashed a lot of water in our raft and by now it was almost submerged. In addition, the currents had become overwhelmingly strong, forcing us to struggle to keep from hitting boulders as we were pulled swiftly downstream. The guides had told us to be very cautious when we passed this area because it was the most ...
