rafting journey through the Grand Canyon, and that day nine was a bit of a disaster for yours truly. Our raft had flipped in Crystal Rapid, the worst rapid on the river, and I took a very long swim in frigid turbulent water before being plucked out by my guardian angels (Barry, Bev and Jeff). We made it through eight more rapids that day without incident, and made camp at a narrow strip of sand called Hotauta.
As I noted in the previous post, my camera was badly damaged (I had a spare in storage), and my trip journal was soaked. I spent the evening carefully separating and drying the pages, hoping that I could recover most of them. I also had to deal with the psychological aftermath. Being in an unexpected ride down a violent river without my boat might be an expected part of river running (and certainly no one was saying it was an easy thing to do), but I'm a desk-bound professor most of the time. This was something very new for me.
We went through the first two rapids, Bass and Shinumo, and pulled out at Shinumo Creek.