The first time I got to go to the Salt River (Arizona, US), just last Spring, we took my car and another vehicle. I gave Andy (boyfriend) my car keys and watched him tie them in the drawstring of his shorts with a double knot.
While we were going along things were fine (water was pretty cold) but it was relaxing and fun...then some of us (not me) started splashing and flipping other people in our group off of their air tubes into the cold water (I was a victim of this) and after a few minutes I noticed that Andy didn't have my keys tied. I asked him where they were...spent 60-90 minutes in ice cold water (fighting the current) looking for them - my car keys are at the bottom of some part of the Salt River. LOL!
Hmm, at least it's not my car that's at the bottom of the river, right? 
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