The first day we went about 30 miles downriver, going through a series of rapids called the "roaring twenties" along the way. Lots of splashing, but nothing too crazy. Most of the time we sat in the back of the raft called the "tea room", where it is more stable and a little drier. By day 2 we were feeling adventurous and briefly moved to the very front of the raft - nicknamed "the bathtub" for good reason. After an afternoon of being constantly doused by 50-degree river water (the water comes from the bottom of Lake Powell -- brrr!), we meekly moved back to the tea room and pretty much stayed there for the rest of the trip...
In the Bathtub | In the Tea Room |
Another cool stop along the way is a side hike up along the Little Colorado River, a tributary of the Colorado. The color of the Little Colorado is a milky turquoise blue due to its mineral content. The water is much warmer than the big river, and there's a great section of small rapids that you can swim through. Kevin was taking photos with the Go Pro while we were swimming and our guide Dom told a funny anecdote about a kid who lost his brand new Go Pro at the same spot. The parents later wrote and asked the guides to look for it. One of the guides found it, sent it to the family and received a note back saying that, actually, it wasn't theirs. The guide then went back to the Little Colorado with a snorkel mask and found 3 more Go Pros! Needless to say, Kevin kept a good hold on the camera, while Dom donned the mask he'd brought and went fishing for Go Pros.
The camping part of the trip was pretty luxurious, as far as back country camping goes. At the end of each day, everyone chipped in with the camp setup. We all created a "duffle brigade" line, passing the equipment from one person to the next all the way up the beach. Each person then claimed a camp chair and a cot and set up their spot for the night. Because of the heat, most of us opted to skip setting up tents and just slept under the stars on our cots.
My Belknaps river guidebook listed our first night's camp as "Sand Pile" and it was a pretty accurate description. There was sand everywhere and when the wind kicked up overnight it was like sleeping with a hot hair dryer blasting sand at your face. We didn't get a lot of rest that night but we learned from the experience. At subsequent camps we set up our cots a little closer to the river to catch the cooler night breezes off the water. I had no problem sleeping after that first night!
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