The overwhelming power of the water against my back pushed me up off the kayak seat so that I wasn't sitting but hovering above it, fixed in place by my jammed, crushed legs.
The river was now rolling over me. A black plume above my head transformed into a cascading flume of aerated white water beyond it with a small air pocket forming in front of my face, all that would keep me alive for several hours.
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