Carolyn Keene - White Water Terror

Nancy Drew Files – Case 6, 1987

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Bess Marvin said. She looked up from her seat in Nancy Drew’s bedroom, where she was polishing her long, delicate nails. “I’m not going on any wilderness trip!”

“But, Bess, you’ll love it,” countered her cousin George Fayne.

Sitting cross-legged on her bed, Nancy Drew was engrossed in a puzzle and trying to block out the sound of her best friends’ voices. The more difficult the puzzle, the better Nancy liked it. Thinking hard kept her mind limbered up for her more challenging work as a detective.

“Really, Bess, you will love it,” George said again, seeing her cousin roll her eyes. “Lost River, the mountains, the trees, the birds-they’re all yours, just for sitting comfortably in a rubber raft for a couple of days. You probably won’t even have to paddle. The river will do all the work.”

“I’ll loathe it!” Bess exclaimed with a shudder. “Nancy,” she implored, “tell George that this time she’s really gone looney tunes.”

Nancy put down her puzzle and looked at her friends. George, who had just come from her regular three-mile afternoon jog, was wearing a blue-and-green running suit that emphasized her athletic wiriness and made her look ready for anything. White water rafting was exactly the kind of thing that would turn George on. She loved any challenge. That was what made her so valuable to Nancy.

At the same time, rafting was exactly the kind of thing that would turn Bess off . At the moment, for instance, she was wearing a pair of tight purple stirrup pants and an enormous gauzy shirt, cinched with a thin gold belt. Her long, straw-colored hair curled loosely around her shoulders. It wasn’t that Bess was afraid of adventure, and it wasn’t that she was terribly lazy. She was just… well, Bess liked to do things the easy way. Maybe she was a bit timid, but she always enjoyed being where things were happening-and things always happened with Nancy around.

Nancy folded her arms and looked from one friend to the other with a grin. “Okay, George, start from the beginning,” she said. “Tell us just how you managed to get four places on this rafting expedition. And where is Lost River, anyway?”

“I told you,” said George, her dark eyes gleaming with excitement, “I don’t even remember entering the contest. Maybe I did it when I bought those jogging shoes at the sporting goods store a couple of months ago. I vaguely remember filling out an entry blank for some sort of contest. Anyway, I got this letter yesterday from somebody named Paula Hancock, who owns White Water Rafting, notifying me that I’d won the grand prize in this national contest. Four places on a white water raft trip down Lost River, in the mountains of northwest Montana. They’re even offering free plane tickets to Great Falls-the nearest city.”

“Did the letter say anything about the kind of trip it might be?” Nancy asked. “I mean, there are rivers and then there are rivers ,”

“According to the letter, Lost River is the ultimate white water challenge, full of rapids and falls. What a terrific vacation-and free, too. Anyway, we need a vacation,” George said emphatically. “We’ve been working too hard.”

Bess put the cap on her nail polish and shook her head. “George, you’re crazy,” she said. “Going rafting down some wild mountain river is no vacation-it’s sheer torture!”

Nancy thought back to her last case, Hit and Run Holiday , a Florida “vacation” that had nearly gotten her killed. She had come to realize the importance of spending relaxed time with her friends. “We do need a break,” she said.

“Yes,” Bess said, brightening. “You’re absolutely right, Nancy. But what we need is a break, not a breakdown. I vote for a long weekend at the beach. I know we were just in Fort Lauderdale, but what happened there certainly wasn’t a vacation. I want to do nothing but lie in the sun and baste ourselves with tanning lotion. And when we’re tired of the beach, we can go shopping.” She threw Nancy a hopeful glance.

“Shopping!” George hooted, springing to her feet. “All you ever want to do is go shopping, Bess Marvin. Don’t you have a larger purpose in life?”

Bess looked at George calmly. “Of course I do,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Going out with a good-looking boy, for one. Or eating,” she added.

George shook her head. “Funny. Ha, ha,” she replied.

Nancy climbed off the bed and went to the window, where she stood looking out at the soft summer drizzle that was falling. A river trip might be fun, but she could see Bess’s point. A beach vacation, a real one, would be relaxing, and baking under the hot sun on the shores of Fox Lake might be just the thing to take her mind off the detective business. But there was something else to think about. “You say you won a trip for four people?” she asked George again.

George nodded.

“Well, then, how about inviting Ned to go along?” Ned Nickerson was Nancy’s longtime boyfriend. He was away at summer school just then, at Emerson College, and Nancy missed him. She had the feeling that her friendship with Ned could be the most important relationship in her life-if she could just make a little more time for it. But Ned, who had always been the most understanding guy on earth, seemed to be getting a little impatient with her. Nancy couldn’t forget that during their case at Flash magazine, Ned had become involved with another girl. That hadn’t lasted long, but…

The raft trip might be exactly the kind of thing to give the two of them plenty of relaxed, fun time together.

Nancy turned away from the window and continued thinking out loud. “Didn’t Ned go on a couple of white water trips with his uncle a few years ago? He’d probably be a big help in case of an emergency or something.”

“Emergency?” Bess went pale. “Like-like the raft tipping over?”

George looked at her scornfully. “Rafts don’t ‘tip over,’ dummy. They capsize .”

Bess turned a shade paler.

“Rafts don’t capsize, either,” Nancy said, patting Bess comfortingly on the shoulder. “They’re too stable.” She stretched and yawned. “Listen, Bess, if you want a vacation at the beach, go for it. But I’ve never been white water rafting, and it sounds like fun to me-if Ned can come along.” She turned to George.

“Sure,” George said enthusiastically. “Yeah. Ask Ned. We’ll have a great time with him.” She cast a sideways glance at Bess. “And with all the other boys.”

“What other boys?” Bess asked.

“Are you kidding?” George replied. “The letter said there are six other kids coming along on the trip. Probably boys.” She paused. “Rugged, masculine, plaid-shirted boys with broad shoulders and…”

“Well…” Bess said indecisively.

“Oh, come on,” Nancy said. “It’ll be great.”

“Boys,” George teased.

“Okay,” Bess agreed. “I’ll come.”

“Bess Marvin has agreed to go white water rafting with you and George?” Ned said incredulously. He propped his feet up on Carson Drew’s favorite ottoman.

Nancy’s father was an internationally known criminal lawyer. He had taught Nancy a great deal of what she knew about detective work. At the moment, he was on one of his frequent trips, this one to the Middle East. Nancy missed him, but she wasn’t alone. She had Hannah Gruen, the Drews’ longtime housekeeper, who had been like a second mother to Nancy since the death of Nancy’s real mother.