I thought that the coolest thing was that my 12-year old grandson went with me, and all of the rest of the passengers (except for the guide, who was a delightful woman) were old fogies like me. And all of them were perfect gentlemen, no swearing, and they treated my grandson as if he were one of them. They made him feel so comfortable. Just one of the guys. That was cool. And he noticed it. And I will share one comment my grandson made when our guide asked the question “What’s the one thing you could do tomorrow that would make your day a good day?” And he answered “Go whitewater rafting again.”