It’s a visceral reaction every time people mope about rivers being too busy- they went on a bluebird Saturday in June and the parking lots were full! As though the complainant chose to make the trip for some other reason. As though they’re owed something.
Come back on an overcast Tuesday in October, with water dingy and up fifty cubic feet per second, six or eight hours (hopefully) ahead of a squall line. Because if you can’t control how people spend their good days, you may as well capitalize on the bad ones.