(you think you're approaching the BBQ area on the map)<br/><br/>You're careening down the rapids pressing breasts and approaching the smooth part of the river.  Just when you think you're about to make it to the calm area for a break, you see what look like spikes in the river.  You try to paddle out of the way, but fail.  The spikes seem to be part of a picket fence that washed downstream but it doesn't matter where they came from, what matters is they rip your raft open, spilling you and all your gear into the water.  You all make it to shore, soaking wet and freezing cold.  Far across the meadow, 4 beautiful women in daisy Dukes and shirts tied shut point in your direction and start walking over.