Living in Colorado, we have the opportunity to take part in a variety of outdoor activities. One of the things that we’ve been able to do several times over the years is to go whitewater rafting on the Arkansas river. It is an exhilarating feeling as you bounce over the waves between the huge canyon walls, but make no mistake, it definitely has risks. When our children were young, we had gone on what is called a “float trip”, where you don’t have to paddle and the currents are only strong enough to carry you down the river at a mild pace. As they got older, we took them on the more adventurous trips where the degree of difficulty ranged from a class 3 to a class 5. Class 5 is the highest degree of difficulty and therefore danger.
On the first trip through the Royal Gorge area, it was the two of us, our son, who is the oldest, and our youngest daughter. It was a wonderful trip and ended without any incidents. Definitely one of those wonderful memories that we look back upon with fondness, but not the nearly the same as our last whitewater rafting trip. Our second time rafting down the Arkansas river and under the Royal Gorge Bridge is something that we will never forget and might likely be our last whitewater experience.
On this trip, we were taking our two daughters and our youngest, who played soccer, was nursing an injured ankle. We knew that the conditions of the river could change based on time of year and the amount of runoff from the mountain snow, so we called the guide the morning of our trip to ensure that it would be okay for our youngest daughter to go since her ankle was wrapped in an ace bandage and sore. They assured us that the water levels were down and that the river was more at a class 3 than a class 5. We would later find out that they lied to us and that although the water levels were down, it was running fast and the lower water levels meant a higher degree of difficulty due to more exposed boulders in the water.
Despite our trepidation, we decided to go (always trust your gut intuitions). The rafting trip started out normally with the typical thrills, but no spills. Then as we approached one of the more difficult waterfalls that we would traverse during the trip, it was clear that this was going to be challenging. There were several rafts within our tour group as well as other tour groups on the water this day and the rafts would go through the falls and then stop at the bottom until all of the boats were through the falls. It was also the “photo shoot” spot where the tour companies took pictures to then later sell to you when the trip was over, so the pictures you see in the post are all ones that we purchased and obviously not ones we took ourselves. Our raft was the “rescue boat”, which meant we would go down last and were poised to rescue anyone should the worst occur, but all of the rafts before us made it down without incident.
Before heading into the waterfall, our guide explained to us that we would be making an “S turn” through the falls, first heading to the right of a large boulder, then turning the boat to go in reverse as we went to the left, and then we would switch back to going forward as we made our way down the final section of the waterfall. We made our way through the first section just fine and then started the backwards run through the second section. This is when things went horribly wrong. In what is apparently an extremely rare occurrence, as we passed below the boulder, the raft was grabbed by an eddy, an upstream current, that pulled the back of the raft up towards the rock pushing the front of the boat, which is now in the rear, down towards rushing water. From this point forward, everything happened in extreme slow motion.
As the front of the raft was pulled down into the white water of the river, the water immediately overflowed the sides of the raft and Peter and our youngest daughter were sucked out of the boat and dragged under water. Still in the boat, Dona and our oldest daughter were doing as instructed, which was to get as high on the raft, called getting high-side, in an attempt to stay in the raft as well as to hopefully keep it from flipping. At this point, the guide did as he had been trained, which was to abandon the raft and swim towards shore. You can’t save anyone else if you don’t save yourself first, this was something that we were all instructed prior to starting our trip. Dona and our oldest daughter were flung into the swirling water as the raft did indeed flip over.
Once in the water, everything became very disorienting. Peter’s sandal had gotten caught on a rock and he was trapped, being pushed face down by the rushing water. Dona slammed against rocks as the water pushed her away from the raft. Finally, after a few terrifying moments, Peter’s sandal ripped due to the force of the water dragging at his body and he was freed to pop up to the surface. Now we were both above water and finally able to take in just exactly what was occurring. We both immediately looked for our daughters, but there was no sign of either of them. We weren’t aware of it at that moment, but they had been pulled by the same eddy that had grabbed the boat and pulled towards the boulder and were now underneath the flipped raft. We can’t describe the terror of coming to the surface, both of us having barely been able to rip ourselves from the current, only to have no sight of our daughters.
At this point the guides on the shoreline were throwing ropes out to pull people to safety. In addition to the four of us, there was another couple on our raft with us, so a total of six people. The other couple had also come to the surface and then, suddenly, our daughters emerged from underneath the raft. At first there was a sense of relief, but that only lasted a moment. As they emerged, the water started pulling them down towards the waterfall. The guides tried throwing rescue ropes out to them, but they were unable to grab them. So, as we were being pulled toward the shore, we watched helplessly as our daughters were swept out of sight and over the waterfall. We had been told at the onset of the trip to be sure to hold on to our paddles as they were needed to help guide us through the rapids and if you look carefully at the photo of our oldest daughter, you’ll notice that she still has the paddle in hand as she heads down toward the waterfall.
Hearts racing, we swam to shore and then walked down along the river to the bottom of the falls where all of the other rafts were waiting. We didn’t see our daughters at first, but finally we saw that they’d been pulled into other rafts. Our raft had made its way over the falls as well and our guide now assisted us and the other couple into the raft as there was only one way to get home, to continue on the river in our raft. At a calmer section of the river, our daughters were transferred from the rafts that had rescued them and back into our raft and we were finally reunited.
There were a couple of close calls as we continued down the river, but fortunately we didn’t get dumped out of the raft again. As we got onto the bus that would take us back to the parking lot where our car was parked, the guide smiled at us and welcomed us the “Arkansas river swim club”, it was and wasn’t funny. We’re not sure if it was a blessing or a curse that all of this occurred at the photo shoot spot where it could be captured for all time, but we don’t need any pictures to remember that trip. Every second of it is permanently seared in our memories and we haven’t been white water rafting since.
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What a great adventure! It’s one of my bucket list to do.
Love this! We went under the Royal gorge a couple years ago but did not have near the adventure that you did! That had to be scary, Those Rapids and boulders are a little on the vicious side there!! My favorite Colorado whitewater trip is on the Poudre River, just me and my youngest. I flew out through the first rapid and had to be pulled in. It was the most exhilarating swim in my life but don’t ever want to be a “swimmer” again! Great post!!!
They kept telling us it would fine 😉 We don’t blame you for not wanting to a “swimmer”, we dont want to do that again.
Once is enough!!!
I had a similar experience to yours. I had gone white-water rafting a handful of times in WV without incidence then I went in Tennessee one time when I was in college. The water was down that day and I later found out we never should have gone out because as you mentioned it’s not safe when the water is low. The raft I was in was the first raft and at one point the raft got caught on a boulder and I was swept into the water, but no one else from my raft went into the water. Since the other rafts were behind ours, no one was around to help me so I kept floating down the river. I kept getting sucked under water and bounced from rock to rock for about a quarter of a mile before someone on a kayak finally got close enough to throw me a rope and pull me to shore. I was bruised, shaken, and have not been white water rafting since.
Wow, glad you are okay. Definitely a very rattling experience.
What a horrible experience. So glad everyone came through alive.
We are too. Still have nightmares sometimes.
We’ve whitewater rafted down the Arkansas – in the Buena Vista/Salida area if I remember correctly. Fortunately, we had a normal experience. My heart was beating faster as I read your account. Scary!! Glad everyone made it out OK. That’s unconscionable that they misled you about the safety and condition of the rapids.
We almost canceled due to “gut feelings”, we definitely should have.
What an ordeal, made all the worse when your children are involved. So glad everyone made it to safety.
It was definitely not an experience a parent wants to have.