Rafting

While in Albuquerque, my husband went rafting on the Rio Grande. He told me that he had an "exciting story" to tell me about the trip. You never want to hear that there is an "exciting" story when someone has been white water rafting....

So his story was this:
He was in a raft with 3 larger guys in the back (along with the guide) and a tiny girl beside him in the front. When they got to a big drop, a wave knocked them back a little - so there were all leaning into the middle like they were supposed to. Then a second wave hit them and the boat tilted toward his side, and he started to fall out. The 90-pound-when-soaking-wet girl grabbed his life vest and pulled him into the boat. She kept him from falling out. He told me it was right about when they were going to take the "action shots." The people in the raft behind them were amazed that he stayed in the boat AND held onto his oar.

So the action shots:
When he got home from his trip, we checked out the pictures. The one where the first wave hit, you could only see everyone's head. That second wave, you could only see the guide's head - and yep, the boat was tilted down toward him. A lot tilted! You could only see his oar. After the wave passed, you could see him falling out of the raft. In that picture, the guide is crouching forward, with a little fear on his face and his hand stretching out - as if he knew something bad was about to happen. But he did not fall into the Rio Grande!

I was a little scared/relieved when I heard the story. The pictures made it that more amazing. And scary.
(of course the pictures are for sale, and an outrageous amount of money)