We launched our rafts into the swift moving current and grabbed the paddles to navigate the raft to river left and quickly line up for the first rapid. The snow had changed to rain as it hovered around 34 degrees. My excitement to be on a river adventure occasionally gave way to more rational thinking of “what the heck am I doing here?” It was the middle of February, dead of winter, and I had just launched onto Oregon’s Rogue River with my professional river guide friends. This was their winter break, a crazy getaway that was in stark contrast to their summer jobs guiding on the river wearing shorts and Teva’s.  I was all cozy warm, for the moment, in my synthetic long johns, fleece outer wear and full dry suit. The content you are trying to access is only available to members. Sorry.

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