We had somewhat rainy weather that cleared up as we got on the water on Saturday. Everyone had somewhat junky lines at gore. Kevin started things off, getting a good boof over the ledge that creates Ginger, but landing somewhat on his edge and flipping in front of Gilligan's Island. John went next, floating into the first seam and getting flipped, then basically floating through the rest of the rapid. I was pulled faster than I expected toward the river-right seam, which stern-squirted me but left me upright. Preston had a good boof but a bad landing, and was shoved hard into a rock (probably indecision, but I was downstream at the time). Kevin hiked back up and ran the rapid again, finally running it cleanly.
Our lines were fine on the rest of the river; Tunnel at 500 cfs is a lot of fun, with a big boof over a 10 foot or so falls (though john proved that you could plug the falls and still be all right).
We camped at pumphouse overnight (beef tenderloin for dinner = great camp food). The next morning dawned foggy, but the fog quickly burned off into a beautiful day. Preston opted not to run on Sunday, feeling somewhat disoriented after the shot to the head the day before. Apparently he started feeling really out of it on the drive home, and a trip to the doctor confirmed that he had a concussion.
We had a big group on the water on Sunday; 9 boaters in all. I stuck my line at gore, and finally ran Scissors without getting flipped, which was a good feeling. Anna had a really junky line in tunnel, ending up exactly where you didn't want to be, but things turned out fine (after a few moments of horror). We had one swimmer for the day, not too bad considering the odds.