My old boat was christened "Raven Haven" on its first trip to Lake Powell. We came back to camp from a 6-hour hike up Cha canyon to its junction with the North Rainbow Bridge Trail, only to find about a dozen ravens having an absolute fiesta on my brand new boat! Every bit of food and drink left un-stored was sampled, including a 12-pack of hot beer (the cans rolls around the deck when punctured by a beak- I wish we had actually seen that). The deck of the boat was a guano-beer foam-Dorito-hot dog bun-Cheez-It crumb disaster! A few ravens were drunk-flying around the San Juan for a few hours, but their munchies had apparently been satiated. Lesson learned! While fishing that night from the shore, we named the boat. I no longer have the boat, but the name lives on!
RavenHaven (Eric)