This day was a crap day of boating the Grand Canyon. Not because the canyon was any less majestic than usual, but because I was in a crap mood. I know, I’m not supposed to say that. I’m not saying it was a bad trip overall, or that I wasn’t grateful to be in one of the most remote and extended river canyons in the world…
Holding an oar into whitewater is like putting your hand on the beating pulse of an animal with claws. Most guides are connected to their rivers straight from their hearts. Our oars in our hands are the bible that translates the river’s beat into something our human brains can comprehend.
When you pee standing up, you could easily kick a grizzly bear in the face midstream. When I pee when squatting, CHOMP and I’m a nice tasty griz snack. I’d never even see the bear coming because I’m be so focused on not falling over while simultaneously not wetting my feet.
Thanks to Elise Otto and friends for the great poses from a recent Grand Canyon trip!
This is coming from a woman who, when camping alone, often locks herself in the back of her car because she’s such a weeny about sleeping outside without other people. This is coming from a woman who chronically packs too many clothes. This is coming from a woman who wants room for her boating, fishing, climbing AND ski gear, as well as a red dress for a night out in Flagstaff.
With my bright “watermelon shoes” and long brown mop of hair, I’ve stopped trying to fit in when running in Japan. I turn up a snowy street, run past a steaming onsen and pass beneath the muddy slopes of the local ski hill.
But not together…