For 25 days our world existed within the shelter of the Grand Canyon's walls, thousands of feet below the rim. Nearly a mile above us the rest of the world continued to move at it's blistering fast, distracted pace. For 25 days at river level 15 lucky people got an opportunity slow down, focus on the present, and live the good life. Some days we floated, some days we hiked, some days we celebrated, others we recovered. Regardless of what we did, each day was absolute paradise.
Describing the experience and the beauty of the canyon is far beyond my literary ability. I took a ton of pictures, and I think they do a much better job of telling the story.
We went to sleep each night, either rocked by the sweet sounds of Matty V. and Mark Erler on the guitar, or serenaded by the sounds of the flowing Colorado. We anxiosly watched the sun each morning as it slowly made it's way down the walls and eagerly awaited its arrival in camp.
In 1869 Jack Sumner, a member of Powell's first expedition through the Canyon described his experience in one sentence: "We Broke Several Oars and Most of the Ten Commandments." I think his quote sums up the canyon experience pretty well. Although we didn't actually break any oars, we had our fair share of mishaps, but most of all we had a ton of fun.
Getting back into the swing of things here at home has been a little difficult. I was hoping to come back to great snow, and another month of winter. It seems mother nature had something else in mind. It rained a ton yesterday, and now it's back to super cold temps. Spring break will be coming soon, and with it, a trip to Asheville, and the official beginning of another season of paddling.
Since I've been back, I've gotten questions like how was the trip? Or what was your favorite part? I usually give a pretty simple response...I enjoyed every second...Thanks Tamar
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