When our rafts pulled into the “parking spots” at Marial Lodge, we were greeted with a friendly hello and wet down with a hose – our feet that is. Having raised numerous Labrador Retrievers in my life, I didn’t have any problem with a man who wanted to rinse my feet with a garden hose before I entered his house. This procedure is a common occurrence with our dogs when they come off the river, wet and grimy. He joked with us as we stripped off our pfd’s (personal flotation devices) and sun hats and helped ourselves to the cold lemonade on the counter inside the living room. We had only been there 10 minutes or so before we felt like we’d become a part of this Southern Oregon family. Of course, we didn’t have a coffee mug with our name scrawled on it, that honor is reserved for the Rogue River guides.