My first day in a oar boat where one of the crew paddles and all I need to do is sit back and take in the view. Rapids become a much tamer experience as all you do is hold on and try not to fall in, not needing to paddle over flat water has some appeal.
At one point someone asked what the date was, the best I could do was ‘day 4’. Days of the week leed alone days of the month are such ‘outside world’ concepts that don’t have any meaning out here.
At lunch we stopped where the little Colorado river flows into the Colorado. This is much less clear and warm(er) we went up to a spot where you can just go with the flow and float between some rocks.
Latter a few of us took the opportunity to ‘swim’ a rapid. I got a mouth full of water early on so this was quite a hard trip down at the end I was totally tiered and all I could do was lie in the boat and get my breath back. Saying that it was one of those things I am pleased to have done.
We then walked up to the ruins of an ancient native building. No one is quite sure what it was for as it is far bigger than any dwelling site. Seeing the truly amazing outlook I imagined it was some sort of temple, but who knows.
A few miles down river we set up camp for 2 days, had dinner of stake cooked on the Barbie (we do live well out here). Latter our crew had an concert with ukulele, garter and violin. The songs ranged from ‘Fulsome prison blues’ to ‘I danced in a lesbian bar’ much fun was had by all.
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