After dinner
on our final night of camping in the Grand Canyon, Boatman Art gathered all thirty-two
of us with our chairs in a circle on the beach. Our “campfire” was an overturned white five-gallon
bucket with a lantern inside giving it a friendly glow.
Earlier in
the evening, Art had asked us to come up with just one word to describe the
Canyon and our experience. It seems you don't need a
thousand words, after all, to equal the worth of a picture.
*Referring to Paul’s unexpected mid-river plunge from the raft as he tried
to rescue an errant bucket floating in the current.
**“Proof that the universe is larger than us. 80 proof liquor.
Proof that 28 people can get along for a week. Proof that I could get over that
ledge to the falls.”
Doing It
A postscript about our rafting trip for anyone thinking seriously about doing it. Here's my advice: do it.
And do it with Grand Canyon Expeditions. They make it easy. They were professional from start to finish. The best thing I can add to my earlier kudos for this company and its staff is this: Throughout our eight-day raft trip, we briefly encountered a dozen or two other groups. I confess that each time I felt a bit superior. Ours had a better raft setup, better group, better guides, better vibe. I couldn't have asked for anything more.
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