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" I&amp;#039;d run the White Nile in Uganda a ton of times, and I think that was part of the reason Iscrewed up so badly. I sort of let my guard down. I had just come off a wave and was flashingmy friends the peace sign to let them know I was heading downriver when I suddenly plungedinto a twenty-foot hole called the Ashtray. I didn&amp;#039;t even have a chance to fight. It was like Iwas in a parking lot with two dozen dudes just beating the hell out of me. I&amp;#039;d shoot down tothe bottom of the hole, get flipped around, then pop back up again. Down and up, down andup. Over and over. I was helpless, choking on the foam. I kept asking myself what I had done todeserve such terrible abuse. Finally, after about thirty seconds, I realized, This is how it ends.I&amp;#039;d seen this scenario before with my friends. I was done. It was very peaceful. The soundtuned out, the struggle stopped. I just relaxed. I didn&amp;#039;t have anything left to fight with. So I letgo. And then, suddenly, just as I&amp;#039;d surrendered, that was it. I popped out. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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