Canoe tipper-overs

Usage examples of rapids.

If he does shoot at you, try your goddamndest to get to the next set of rapids, or around the next turn.

I don't mind going down a few rapids with you, and drinking a little whiskey by a campfire.

We rode into the funnel-neck and were sucked into the main rapids so suddenly that it felt as though the ordinary river had been snatched from under us like a rug, and we were tossing and bucking and banging on stones, trying to hold the head of the canoe downriver any way we could.

Far off ahead was the pouring of another set of rapids or falls with -- I was already ready to bet -- a curve in it.

There were no rapids -- though we kept hearing them -- and we were riding through rocky banks and tall mournful long-leaf pines.

I prayed that there would be no rapids while we were in the gorge, or that they would be easy ones.

They were too close to us for running rapids, but there was nothing I could do about it.

About the only thing I had learned about canoeing was to head into the part of the rapids that seemed to be moving the fastest, where the most white water was.

We came out in a short stretch between rapids, but we were going too fast to get out of the middle of the river before the next rocks.

As I slid down I saw calm water below, through another stretch of rapids: broad calm, then more white water farther down, far off into evening.

My body was heavy and hard to move without the tremendous authority of the rapids to help it and tell it what to do.

The aluminum canoe floated palely, bulging half out of the total dark, making slowly for the next rapids, but idly, and unnaturally slowed and stogged with calm water.

You should be safe as long as you're running these little rapids along here.

If that were the case he would kill them both, though if Bobby gauged the change in the light well enough and set out when there was enough visibility to use the canoe but not enough to shoot by, they might have a chance to get past him, through the next stretch of rapids -- the ones now a little downstream from me -- and on down.

Below me, except for one rush of whiteness cramped between two big hedges of stone, the rapids seemed comparatively gentle, in places -- so far as I could tell -- scarcely more than a heavy-twilled rippling.