River Journal Excerpt Day 10:
As I’m journaling right now I’m sitting on a rock at the Granite Rapid scout.
Partially because it’s super sunny, but also, I’m fascinated by the chaos of the raging river in front of me.
There is a sort of peace and serenity that can be found in the repetition of the rushing raging water– the cycle of building, crashing, building, crashing.
I am, maybe surprisingly, not terrified of what tomorrow brings. Respectful? Absolutely. But I can see the line through Granite. It’s not pretty. It can certainly line you up for a mean hole at the bottom. But the line exists.
It’s somewhat mesmerizing watching the river. She’s so beautiful, powerful, awe-inspiring.
The roar is incredible. The green-ish water contrasting the earth-toned canyon walls. So much white water in such a short stretch of river. The rapids scattered along the Colorado River are a beautiful contradiction to the long stretches of smooth-as-glass river.
🤍 amanda maureen