Ideally rapids should be not a matter of survival on the cusp but a welcome wetting down on a hundred-degree day. Rapids should be a glorious orgy of splash and spray, splinters of shattered sunlight, brilliant turquoise shadows, screens of white lacy foam edged with rainbows, an entrance into a glittering, sparkling world, tilted off the horizontal and incandescent with light.
--Ann Haymond Zwinger, Downcanyon (1995)