Awesome! So we went out to breakfast where I got some amazing french toast. I overheard the waitress talking about the rain. Huh..? I looked outside and it was a wild downpour. So abrupt and unexpected. I ran outside in it to make sure our windows were closed which they weren't. The rain wasn't gonna stop us today. We hung around town for a while and waited it out. We had to make a mad dash across the parking lot to the cars!
It did stop and we inflated the boat. It took us many hours to pack all our gear into dry bags and to get the boat strapped hilariously on Laurel's car.
We slept excellently that night but woke up to heavy cloud cover and it was about 45 degrees. Oh well only one way down the river now! We had sausage and hard boiled eggs and then climbed around a canyon for a bit.
Floating on the river felt so wonderful, so peaceful and relaxing. The scenery slowly passing by. The mesas constantly changing with the angle we were at. The bad weather was fine, it just made it feel more adventurous. Then we hit our first rapid, what excitement! Passing rambunctiously over the rolling brown water. Getting splashed with the shockingly cold brine. Then quickly it's over and back to relaxing. I took my turn at the oars and steered us through the next 3 rapids. I've rowed small boat all my life but never one this big, and never on a river, but the concept is the same.
I came to the beastly "New Rapid" and became tense and scared upon the approach. A red cliff face on river-left, strewn with boulders on river-right. Left of the boulders a small drop created a little waterfall and I wanted to hit the rapid just left of that, in the wild chop of the waves. With a little instinct and Laurel's shouted directions over the raging torrent, I hit it perfectly. It's similar to kayaking, head into the waves, never take them on your side. This confused chop provides for an exhilarating ride and we all were soaked and the boat filled with water by the end of it. Get the bilge pumps!
Maggie and Lars both took turns paddling and then Laurel steered us through the last few rapids to our takeout beach. We ran the infamous "Whites Rapid" which was the toughest on our stretch and Laurel had a couple great stories of her boat caught on a boulder as it was deflating. Having to swim at one point to unstick the boat the first time she ever took tourist out. She had run this stretch of the river, "The Daily" over 100 times.
it's a 10 mile long stretch and now, the four of us thoroughly chilled, we were happy to load the boat back up and get back to Moab for some chili cheese fries! Pizza and ice cream. We were completely exhausted! Then we made nachos at home and watched an awesome movie, "The Gods Must Be Crazy". We came to rest in Laurel's driveway again but now it is morning and time to go. Leaving Moab, heading south for a New Mexican adventure. Time to go!