How would it be to ride the great Colorado River? You who lure us in with your soft milk chocolate color. Filled with silt from chipping away at the sandstone cliffs, down through the Grand Canyon all these years. Life follows wherever you go. Not a force to be messed with but to be admired, oooohed and ahhhhed. People of Las Vegas, LA, San Diego, Tucson, and Phoenix should sing your praises to their graves and write of you on their tombstones. God bless the Colorado, for you bless me.
We were lucky to spend one early morning with you
taking you very seriously
until your first big roller-coaster wave that greeted us with splashes and somersaults flipping in our tummies
happily going with your flow
thank you, thank you
Matt taking his turn playing the game at lunch. A game made purely to flex your muscles... not for me.
My favorite view. He is in pure heaven - letting his inner river-guide out with his new best friend.
Colorado, you leave me speechless. I had read of your power and knew of your path. But had no idea just how playful and fun you could be. There is too much goodness to thank you for. But I must let you know this is a start of a wonderful friendship. And to you, we tip our hats.