Boston Herald

GRAND CANYON, EDGE.

Rafting the Colorado River through Grand Canyon’s majesty

- By DOUG HANSEN

August 15, 1869: The red sandstone cliffs rose more than 2,000 feet on either side, shutting out the sun for most of the day, while before us the mighty river, lashed to a foam, rushed on with indescriba­ble power. — John Wesley Powell, first person to explore the full length of the Grand Canyon’s Colorado River

Exactly 150 years after Powell wrote that entry in his journal, I find myself fulfilling a lifelong dream as I float down the Colorado River on a large inflatable raft with 13 other adventurer­s and two guides. Beneath us, the olive-green water rushes through the greatest geologic chasm in the world, the iconic Grand Canyon. All of us are silent as we absorb the majesty of this natural spectacle.

To travel through the Grand Canyon is to timetravel through the geological history of the Earth for the past 2 billion years. Vividly tinted rock formations display an artist’s palette of red, gray, yellow, tan, black and white hues. Atop some cliffs are formations that resemble medieval fortresses.

I am on a six-day rafting trip with Western River Expedition­s, during which we will travel down what Powell called “the grandest canyon in the world.” There are 28 people embarking on this journey, comprised mainly of two groups of longtime friends from Washington and Vermont.

After piles of supplies and our duffel bags are unloaded from large trailers, our guides advise us to select the gear for our large dry bag, which will be inaccessib­le until the end of the day, while storing day-use essentials in a smaller dry bag. We put on life jackets, which are mandatory aboard the raft.

Suddenly a shout arises from our leaders: “Form a fire line. We need to load everything onto the rafts!” We pass bags and boxes from one person to the next, a simple act that gives me an encouragin­g affirmatio­n of human capability through teamwork.

Our leader, R.D. Tucker, pauses our rafts mid-river and, as he will do repeatedly over the next six days, he mixes humor and 20 years of experience to explain what we need to do to stay safe and enjoy the journey.

“Most rapids in the world have a difficulty scale of one to five,” he tells us. “Here in

the Grand Canyon, the scale is one to 10. We will run 60 rapids along 187 miles over the next six days. Most are just fun, splashy rapids, but a few are challengin­g and technicall­y difficult.”

Campsites are chosen by Tucker after five or six hours on the river, with instructio­ns for us to find a camp spot then return for a fire line to unload supplies. The private and open-air toilets (nicknamed “room with a view”) are set up a short distance away from camp. “If you’re brushing, bathing or peeing and don’t hit water, you’re doing it wrong,” says Tucker, who strictly enforces the Park Service’s rules for keeping the natural environmen­t pristine. In addition, we learn how to set up our sleeping cot, tent and camp chair, a routine that soon becomes a natural part of our daily camp ritual.

Each evening, under a shimmering sea of stars, I listen to the overlappin­g sounds of high-pitched cicadas, talking and laughter from the camp chair circle, and the incessant roar of the river as it rushes past us like a freight train in perpetual motion.

When we’re not crashing through rapids, we eagerly scan the terrain for small herds of desert bighorn sheep as they rest along the river bank or prance across the face of vertical cliffs. Big blue herons and turkey vultures appear regularly. But the star attraction is the mesmerizin­g kaleidosco­pe of rocks and cliffs surroundin­g us. I never tire of watching them.

Each day we stop for short hikes to slot canyons, waterfalls and a hidden grotto filled with green moss, ferns and an azure pool. My favorite places are the milky blue Little Colorado River, where I merrily slide 100 yards down a small, slick rapid, and Havasu Creek, whose vivid turquoise waters form swim holes with small cascading falls.

Alas, as all good things must end, we reach an unremarkab­le place on the river where a flat piece of ground serves as a helicopter landing pad. A 10-minute flight takes us to a nearby ranch where we shower and eat lunch before our flight back to Las Vegas.

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 ??  ?? WILD RIDE: Only the brave or the overheated volunteere­d to sit in the front of the raft during the big rapids.
WILD RIDE: Only the brave or the overheated volunteere­d to sit in the front of the raft during the big rapids.
 ??  ?? LOCAL RESIDENTS: Spotting bighorn sheep by the river was a highlight of the trip.
LOCAL RESIDENTS: Spotting bighorn sheep by the river was a highlight of the trip.
 ??  ?? SWIMMING SPOT: An emerald pool, vivid rocks and green ferns made Elves Chasm a special spot.
SWIMMING SPOT: An emerald pool, vivid rocks and green ferns made Elves Chasm a special spot.
 ??  ?? FAST ESCAPE: At the trip’s end, the rafting group was whisked away by a helicopter to a nearby ranch.
FAST ESCAPE: At the trip’s end, the rafting group was whisked away by a helicopter to a nearby ranch.
 ??  ?? DAILY CHORES: Twice a day the group formed a ‘fire line’ to load and unload the rafts.
DAILY CHORES: Twice a day the group formed a ‘fire line’ to load and unload the rafts.

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