It was like bath water, nice and warm against the cold air. The fog was moving through rather quickly and at times the sun would break in between the holes. It gets a little spookie when I'm here alone thinking about how many people die each year on this river. A week after I was here, a young man got trapped on these rocks just a little ways up and drowned. A month later, a woman visiting her family member from China went for an early strolled and was found dead in the river. These waters are terribly dangerous and a slipup can mean a quick death. RIP.