The Grand Canyon’s Colorado River was thundering . It was the renowned June 1983 season, gushing at one of its highest flows ever; 60,000+ cubic feet per second. That’s some serious roaring
whitewater. It generated huge, towering, tumultuous, treacherous, rapids.
But on the paddle boat, raising a few eyebrows, some teamwork skills were a bit lacking.
Lets backup a bit for some context. Some years ago, my dear friend and World Class whitewater river guide, Alan Williams arranged a Grand Canyon river trip for his family and invited me to join in.
(I refer to the brilliant, thoughtful, strikingly handsome*, athlete Alan Williams from Pacific Grove, not the extra-plush Malaprop spouting Carmel development goofapottamus.)
Such a rare and eagerly anticipated treat. Continue reading









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