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| - Anyone who's ever floated in another state -- say one with less riverdouche than the one in AZ -- will agree that the Salt River is a very formidable fill-in for the ones back home.
Piggying onto Graham C's story, I was the poor schmuck who had his tube commandeered by a band of asian-indian pirates during a riverbed pish so as not to further pollute the Salado Fria with my 79% Lone Star Beer urine. I floated helplessly until some other doofus left his/her tube unattended (presumably -- Graham or I tracked it for a good 10 minutes with nary a taker) and resumed the monkeyshines of our 20-strong floatparty.
This river can be a whole hell of a lot of fun, given that you gather a nice group of people who can contain their drunken obnoxiousness as you will be tied to them for 3, 4, or even 5 hours. Luckily, I know JUST that amount of people.
If you adopt alternate eponyms like Party Gator, Magnus ver Magnusson, The Roanoakley, and Zizi Jeanmaire, all the better as no one you meet on the river who is not a member of your immediate party will be worth knowing in land-form and thus, your 'actual' name is a valuable keepsake so they won't find you on yelp and invite you to Dirty Pretty Rockbar or better yet, Eli's.
Tokens of advice:
Bring enough beer for at least 3 hours
Sunscreen is your friend
Don't wear flip flops unless you like your feet shanked (wear tennies)
Bring rope to tie tubes together
Don't forget the ziplock bags for your smokes
Its fun out there, but as others have said ... a once-a-year adventure. And yes, it is clean *enough*.
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