|Posted by Eric T. on November 17, 2010 at 11:03 PM|
Late last August, I was peacefully living my own life, when my friend Nate called me. Nate is a raft guide on the Grand, and he asked me if I wanted to go on a 2 week Grand Canyon rafting trip. Well, yes, said I. When?
You'd be leaving at 6:00am tomorrow morning, said he.
I had a feeling it was something like that, said I.
And so it was. I broke plans with everyone that I'd had them with and packed in a fury for the 5 hour drive to Flagstaff. Shaking with excitement and caffine, I told my dad I'd be gone for a while. I got in the car and my fate was sealed.
When I got to the raft company warehouse that evening, Nate gave me the lowdown on what to pack, what to prepare for, and how not to be a douchebag. I would be an assistant to the guides on the trip, essentially I would cook, clean, and help set up and break down camp. In return I got to raft down the Colorado river in the Grand Canyon. One thing I would later recall Nate telling me over and over that night was "You have no idea what you're in for." He was right, I didn't.
This summer was a strange one for me. An odd trip to Florida put me in a strange place and then I returned and kept getting sick. I was out of shape from sitting on sailboats smoking cigarettes for 3 months, so bike trips were hard to get together. I had a bit of emotional rollercoasting over one or two girls, and overall didn't get to go on a fun long trip like I had wanted to. When I stepped onto the Colorado river in August, I didn't realize I was beginning a trip that would essentially heal me. I stopped feeling sick on about the 6th day, my mind was cleared, and life began to make sense again. The guides were awesome people and really fun. The customers were great, I got along with all of them, and the Canyon was... well it was completely incredible.
A very sincere thanks to my friend Nate for getting me on that trip. You have no idea how much it meant to me.
I decided this trip deserved a photo album. Check out the pictures here.