So, wow, after 6 days and 6 nights of being on the river…phew, it's a lot of work being back here in the world of land conservation. A- lot. I'm tuckered out already. It was a sweet 6 days of not having an idea as to the time of day, floating down the river, stopping to eat when we felt like it, finding a good campsite, setting up camp, sitting in the occasional rainstorm, eating dinner with my feet in the sand, swimming naked in the river in the early morning, sleeping under the stars, laughing at crude jokes, learning to paddle and steer a canoe, learning to row a raft efficiently, swimming some more, wearing the same bikini and long sleeved shirt and hat for 6 days, eating lots of Pringles, having an excellent mud bath-spa treatment, changing into my sarong for dinner each night, swimming in clear pools in a side anyon, reading, making drip sand castles, and just enjoying life as it came and went. I felt like a river gypsy. These river people like to call themselves river rats, but I much prefer the phrase river gypsy, sounds elusive and transient and mystical and fun. It was fun!
I was very sad to come back last night. We had a late dinner in Moab and there was something so comfortable about being crammed into a big diesel truck pulling a ginormous trailer with 2 rafts and 2 canoes, couple sleeping in the backseat and B, J
and me listening to songs and chatting as we drove across the midnight dark desert. And I was very sad about comming back home. But, when I got my cell phone working I had a message my boss' wife had her baby this weekend! Yay, I am so excited, and everyone in the office has been over to see her…now I'm just waiting to hear back so I too can pop over for a visit. Finally a baby around these parts!
(hmm, my last post seemed to sit there for quite awhile)
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