I gaze down the foaming, ever flowing monster I am about to challenge.  Trees and rocks consume parts of the river and make it a deadly obstacle course.  It is time.  I get in my cold fiberglass craft and grab hold of my heavy paddle.  The paddle is my lifeline for if I lose the paddle, I lose the race and my life.  A loud crack of a gun begins the horrid race.  My kayak is racing through the rapids.  Water gushes into my face but I keep my course.  With an explosion of strength from my arm, I force my craft away from a dark black rock that would flip me for sure.  The race is tiring and I am running out of strength.  The water is crystal clear for I can see the brown, smooth rocks at the bottom while red and orange fish glide through the water.  The rapids are getting very intense up ahead.  The white water consumes my boat in an array of chaos and great force.  I paddle with all my strength riding my cold fiberglass craft through the morbid walls of water.  Suddenly it is quiet.  There are many rocks and the river seems to end a little ways up.  This can only mean one thing, a waterfall.  My heart races as I approach the decline.  The foaming water consumes my boat but I head to the edge, my entire body pulsating with excitement.  My boat leaves the river and I fly for a minute.  As my kayak is flying down the cascade of water I watch the blood red sun, the oncoming storm in the distance, the crystal clear water below, and become one with nature.