I am amazed at the power of our crew's collective need to survive. It was as if all of our thoughts were on the same wavelength and we each just did our share to pull out of the situation. I look at the photos now, and realize just how lucky we were. We gather our confidence and head for Lost Paddle. The waves are huge, and we hit them hard.
Lance catches an eddy after the first drop.
We can see the wheels turning in his head. He has a sick idea. We obey his command and brace ourselves. Lance is on the left and drops to the right as he steers us between two rocks that are no more than 3 and a half feet apart. I think Lance must have pushed me back to the other side of the raft just in the nick of time to keep us from flipping.