Pour the left over morning's coffee into a plastic bottle. Be generous with the Kahula and Bailys. Hand to Myk, who is even more generous with the Vodka. Hook to boat, wait till well chilled and frothy. Swig and share.
So the tough life continued. With only one low point.
We stopped for a hike at Silver Grotto. This hike involved some climbing and scrambling. Well it would have if Bri didn't try and run down a rock slope and break her ankle at the start.
Bri is pretty fearless and impulsive. Sadly this time it bit her hard.
The big orange cloth cross was placed as a marker, then we spend a while bringing buckets of water to wet down the sand so less of it would be thrown up on landing.
We kept an eye out for any passing aircraft and they were mirror signaled. If the planes see the flashes they should radio in a distress signal was seen. Just a extra precaution as we didn't even know if the SPOT was working.
So we waited and had lunch. Bri was in good spirits, but her foot was a mess and it must have hurt like a bastard.
It took less than 3 hours fro the chopper to arrive. They landed, morphined Bri up and took her away.
The SPOT mostly worked. They think because of the high canyon walls the GPS told them we were in Brazil!
The rescue chopper is included in the fees we paid, which is nice to know cause I'd hate to think how much it would cost.
Yay for Helicopters!
That little voice that pops up when you are considering something vaguely risky was louder in all of us after that.
Did a great if steep hike up to Nankoweap Granaries. They were built about 1000 years ago high above the river and used for storage of food stuffs, whether from other people or rodents. Little rooms built into the cliff overhangs with a amazing view. Beautiful!
View from Nankoweap Granaries
The water was bluely/green till we got to the confluence. The muddy Little Colorado River meets the Colorado. From then on it was the same colour as our brunch.
We got there later as we had to wait for the other 6 to hike in. Mike and Laura came down for the last 9 days. I'm so glad I could invite them, and I think they were just a tad chuffed.
Mike wrote and song about it. Chip ended up with a pretty good black eye out of it where the oar hit him.
I brought 4 books because I was worried about not having anything to read. I finished one that I'd started before and just started another one. Barely read the whole trip. There was chatting, chilling, listening, playing Testicles and all terrain boccie. I'm glad they were there but didn't need them.
I have so much more to write.
It's true. Pictures are worth 1000 words.