It truly is hard to describe... stunning rocks as old as 1.6 billion years old; the river with a depth ranging from mere inches to 100 ft, water speeds from 3 to 15 mph, sometimes clear, oftimes looking like Yoo-hoo; hearing the stories about earlier river runners, sometimes quite comical although often tragic; camping out underneath a blanket of stars, each site unique and exquisite unto itself with the river at our side, in silence or sounds of Nature; being in community and feeling so taken care of; and, living in the wilderness simply. It's an experience not to be described, and surely not to be forgotten.
Knowing that only 20,000 visitors each year are permitted to see the Canyon by river made me feel honored and even more appreciative than I already had been in managing to go on this trip. So as we were helicoptered out of the canyon (a mile up) - another dramatic keynote of the trip - I cried tears of gratitude, and yes, sadness at leaving the simple life on the river, in Nature, with 'family'.

 

To view just a few photos of the more than 2,500 taken by my fellow adventurers, click here. Enjoy!