I know I'm spoiled rotten and shouldn't have been able to go, but yes, I got to raft the Grand Canyon. I worked for my passage as an indentured servant and slave, a.k.a. a swamper. 118 farenheit in the shade. Throwing bags and supplies all day. Rigging the frigging boats. Cooking awesome meals and eating last. Tying the bowline. Getting backed. Waking up at the butt-crack of dawn. I'm a wimp. I didn't even have to do the groover duties! That's the toilet, by-the-way; they call it that so the pretty ladies and macho guys sound cool when they announce they are going to use it. In short, lets just say river guides earned a lot of respect in my eyes...good work you river addicts!
This is the confluence of the Little Colorado and the Big one...
and the Little again...
We went to some increadible waterfalls!
We rafted from the dam at Lake Powell to Lake Mead..280 miles! What an adventure!
