A river runs through it. And by "it," I mean "Brucefest"

If whitewater rafting is survival of the fittest, then we are damn fit. And, in an unrelated circumstance, very attractive. Take this picture here, which is actually us navigating the Clear Creek. Trusty guide Zach in the back left kept us in the boat, with (clockwise) Fast Times, The Architect, Road Rage, Whine and Die, The Mechanic, The New Guy and Michigan Left all on board.

It was occasionally difficult to figure out if Zach was giving us instruction, since he spent the majority of the trip flirting with Fast Times.

What a fantastic time. Sure, they made Road Rage take off his cotton shirt, thus exposing the horrified masses to his pasty upper torso, but that was fortunately brief as he slid into the wetsuit. And yes, there were a couple anxious moments on a trip when those in the boat experienced temporary gravity loss. The guides said (allegedly) an average of one boat per trip tipped over. But not us. We certainly didn't stay dry or warm the whole time, but we navigated plenty of Class-4 rapids, all with cleverly chosen names, and took in some great scenery. If ever you get a chance to raft the mountains of Colorado, this place should probably be your choice.

Back at our respective campuses, it brings me great sadness to note that Brucefest is almost coming to an end. An evening BBQ awaits us, followed by the final hours in Colorado before we pack up the RV and head to the Motherland.