Terry drove. Good thing I didn't have to navigate for George because my sense of direction around this part of the country was pretty messed up. It's often at least 90 degrees off, but sometimes it's more like 180. Consequently I have really no idea where we went. I think we went sort of west (which was probably north), then south (possibly west); it was a twisty road going through a canyon with a river in it...and a really cool tunnel.
Sometimes the river is nice and calm.
Sometimes when there's white water, there are rafters. Terry drives a bus for one of the rafting companies. Couldn't talk George into it. Maybe sometime... (Insert "when pigs fly" or "when hell freezes over". Either would work for George.) These guys had just put in and were getting organized.
Cache la Poudre River Natl Heritage Area