Not a lot of people like to go river rafting early in the season, especially when most people decide not to vacation at a place made famous by inbred, banjo-pickin, man-rapin' rednecks.  So you have the parking lot to yourselves.  You get your gear together, launch the raft and have a better time than you dreamed possible.  It's unseasonably warm, the roaring water is like a water ride at an amusement park times ten, you feel like you're flying through the water, the sun is bright and the scenery is so beautiful you forget all your worries.  You haven't a care in the world.  (Was that a "you are now leaving the park" sign?)<br/><br/>(Feel free to add any conversations you might have had in the parking lot or on the river)<br/><br/>(PS: Your wet clothes are clinging to every outline of your bodies, and the cold is making your nipples so hard they hurt.  But you probably like it)