It had fine people. Nineteen folks, mostly retired with a range of expertise from medicine to teaching. We laughed and cried together and gelled as a group in ways we always hope for but rarely succeed at.
The six guides, three men and three women, had decades of experience and their love of the canyon was clear in everything they did.
We had nearly perfect weather. No rain, (to the detriment of the water levels), with daily temperatures ranging from the low sixties, to a couple of days in the low nineties.
And then there was the Canyon. It is a stunning environment whose beauty changes daily in ways you can’t anticipate. Photos, of which I took hundreds, don’t do it justice.