I remember going down the Guadalupe when the river was pretty high. Before we came to where our cars were parked, we came to a chain across the river. So of course we kept on going. My BIL told me on the next fall, don't go down the middle. Sure enough, when I saw the fall I was in the middle of the river. Going over the fall I lost my tube. I was stuck in the river, not moving, and the tube was at the base of the falls. So I swam back to my tube and once I grabbed my tube we swapped places. I was at the base of the falls goin' round an round. I could look up at the bank and saw a whole lot of people. I wondered if they were there to pull out the bodies. Then I remembered that I had heard if you get stuck to swim to the bottom. I tried to swim to the bottom and then I was zooming down the river again. I got to the bank and someone handed me my tube.
Life was good!