But there are more esoteric terms guides bandy about that I'd like to introduce to the interested boating public. (Let me preface this list by stating that in the event of injury or tragedy some of these terms may be considered insensitive and are not bandied about.)
If a rafts "tacos", this means the bow and stern of the inflatable have been introduced to one another, due to encountering a steep drop, perhaps a 'hole', and it is very likely you have a yard sale on your hands. A rapid on the Umpqua River in Oregon is named Taco, and I have seen its namesake up close and personal, but my most memorable and humbling 'taco' experience happened in the Grand Canyon's grandaddy of all rapids, Lava Falls. As you might imagine, the aftermath of that encounter was definitely referred to as 'carnage'.
If you have ever been on a white water river and separated from your raft and found your downstream progress put on hold due to nothing but turbulent water, you will instantly know what I mean when I say you were being "maytagged". Maytag is a brand of washing machine. If you have NOT experienced being at the mercy of recirculating currents, try envisioning yourself as a scrap of cloth stuck in a modern day washing machine. (And - no - the term "whirlpool" did not come from THAT other appliance brand.)
The last one for this posting is a personal descriptive reference I like to use to colorfully describe to my crew the kind of paddlers I do not want to see. After explaining how I would like for them to hold their paddles and move their bodies and perform their roles, I like to make it clear that the best crews not only paddle together, they are dynamic. And what I don't want them to be are "sacks of potatoes". Because, if a sack of potatoes is anything, it is not dynamic. It is static and at the mercy of every crashing wave.
In the photos accompanying this post of my fateful comeuppance at Lava Falls Rapids in 1982, that crew was more a bag of tigers than a sack of potatoes. But when we taco-ed in that hellacious hole, we damn near punched on through. Even so, the boat reared up, dumptrucked us into the maelstrom and landed upright. A few got maytagged, the rest of us jetted on downstream.
The good news is - we can look back now and laugh about the 'yard sale'.