Last year, a group of friends and the boy and I went rafting. It was a two day adventure down Cache Creek. We had a great time. I had a little too much fun the first day but doesn't that make for the best kinds of stories anyway. I may or may not have accidentally set the husband's sandwich bread in the river instead of on the raft as I lovingly made his sandwich for him. But don't worry, he ate it - soggy bread and all. On day 2 of the trip, I may or may not have forgotten to take the wax paper off the cheese before I made the sandwich in an effort to make up for day 1 and soggy bread sandwiches.
The rafting itself was a blast. We only got dumped out of our raft 1 time and we scored a pretty nice double barrel super soaker. It was the kind of trip where before we even got home and unpacked the truck everyone was talking about doing it again.