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The Rapid They Did Not Run
Paul wanted one rapid. Not the whole river, and not a photograph of Queenstown from the hill. He wanted the stretch of the Shotover that the guide had described the night before, the one that would let him phone his brother and say he had been through it.
In that same talk the guide had made them say, out loud, what kind of swimmer they were. Paul said he could swim, and he meant a pool. He did not mean water the color of the river after rain. He still went to bed wanting the rapid more than he wanted to be careful.
Rain changed the plan before breakfast. The river was higher, browner, and louder than the picture in the office. The guide did not give a speech about adventure. He walked Paul