Just a quick word about sand. In the Grand Canyon there is a very fine sand, everywhere. Add rain and it’s gloppy fine sand everywhere. Now I know why my father carried a whisk broom when we we camping when I was a kid.
Day 6 on the river. WhiteWater’s other boat — the fast nimble one — now has a foot strap, front strap, and side grabs. I no longer worry (as much) about going swimming (getting dumped out of the raft) as much, which means I can paddle harder to get us out of jams.
Glorious sunny day on the river — nothing more than a 4 rapid (scale of 10). Stunning campsite — took directional pictures of it.
Worried that the white wine may not last the trip even though I bought 4.5 liters more than needed. Time will tell.
Tonight is beef stroganoff under the stars — the full moon we started with is now at half mast. Amazing the stars you can see now — imagine in a week.
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