My first ever rafting trip happened when I was young and foolish. I didn't want to embark in big water like the Colorado but I still wanted a few thrills. I had a six man raft and 5 equally foolish friends. We set out in a small creek near Copper Mountain. Well, the creek was small but boy was it steep and fast. It was springtime so there were still avalanches across the creek. We were barely able to get to the side to portage before getting sucked under them. Rock slides had brought down a number of trees which scraped off some of my companions and punctured air chambers in the raft. We would slam into rocks, throwing others off the raft. One poor fellow broke his ankle and there were only two of us left in the raft by the time we got to Lake Dillon. There were only two air chambers left too. A kayak would have been a better bet.
It's a play on my real name; this little ol' granny doesn't kayak at all. A lot of people have reached the same conclusion you did .... and for obvious reasons. I have found out there are a number of kayakers on FR .... :-)