the lead boater yelled out and made a swirling hand motion over his head in the universal signal to pull over to shore. The paddlers eddied out in time to avoid running straight through three strings of barbed wire obstructing the river.
Swinging in the wind, the sign hanging from the fence read “PRIVATE PROPERTY: No Trespassing”.
One member of their party waded into the swift water to lift the wire with a paddle for the others to float under. As they continued downstream, [one of the boaters] looked over his shoulder a see a figure standing outside the big ranch house up the hill. He offered a wave, but received nothing in return.