Glad I didn’t have to cross here. The actual crossing proved rather uneventful, however, tho tedious & potentially deadly in a couple of spots. The river had spread out across wide gravel bars & boulder gardens. Some channels were shallow. I merely jumped or splashed across. Two or three were hairy scrambles across bouncing log jams. You could hear big rocks clanking underwater as the force of the rapids tumbled them downstream. Again, with focus & breath control, it was easy as there were always plenty of handholds & footholds as well as rogue branches to snag your pack up in. A few hikers told of scary close calls, but most didn’t have any trouble. A group of 4 Texans from Austin, however, lost a 2-person tent as they bobbed across a logjam. They didn’t doublecheck their straps & apparently the tent fell off into the river & slipped away beneath the surface of those churning mudwater rapids. One ranger later told us they sometimes found lost gear scattered downstream of those particular crossings.