b'8:10 am 9:31 am 9:33 amI bring my gear down to the rivers edge. The guides areWe drift in and out of cool shadows. The sound of a CanyonMy grip tightens. The bow of our boat is submerged in a securing the camp supplies and personal items to the rafts.Wren is overtaken by a distant rumble Whitewater. I slipmountainous wave. Cool water crashes over us, stifling I snap a photo before we load onto the boat and push awayinto my raingear to stay warm in the early morning shadescreams of excitement. Then all is calm. Laughter fillsfrom the shore.and take a seat up front.the air. I have never felt so alive.4:57 pm 6:42 pm 9:02 pmRaindrops begin tickling the surface of the river.I breathe in the delicious aroma of dinner being cookedWe relax on our cots. Darkness starts to set in.Downstream, I see small waterfalls beginning to pour fromby our guides. We toast to the perfect day with our newThe stars are just beginning their show overhead.the canyon rim. The sandstone silt mixes in the emeraldfriends! Dazzling light dances across the river as sun dropsWhispers about our incredible day quickly turn to sleep.water like a magic potion.behind the canyon walls.We will never be the same.'