Woke up and I was well what can I say, very hungover. I eventually got up and dragged myself to the shower. I walked into Jackson and planted myself in front of a computer in an e-mail cafe. Very short e-mail. So the main plan for the day was to tame the Snake river, white water rafting. 
Given the low down and instructions of how to ensure we made it to the other end. We tackled a few smaller rapids to get the hang of it. Then we got to the biggest rapid on the section of river we were rafting. It was called the lunchbox counter, why who knows. For a visual take a look at the rafting photos. It did not look too big until we got close to it. Then a lot of "holy shits" came across our faces. We got hammered. First we lost Adam and then Janne over board, Sara nearly drowned in the raft, we spun and hit the rocks. The guide broke one of his oars. We managed to get Janne back in the boat but Adam flew off down stream like a jet boat being antisocial.
When we finally got back to camp the rigours of the previous night and the days activities had caught up with me. I hit the sack like a sack of spuds and slept until the morning. All the others went to see a rodeo.
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