Lee’s Ferry, on the Colorado River just before it enters Grand Canyon in Arizona, is where the one-armed adventurer, John Wesley Powell, began his epic rafting trip through the Canyon in the late 19th century.
He was the first white person to do this, and since my love for Grand Canyon knows no bounds, I’m destined to follow in his wake (zing!) sooner than later. Though I plan to have both my arms when I do.
I visited the spot where boaters put in for the trip in March, and it was already busy with activity. I was cheered to see a bunch of older folks prepping for the trip, who seemed to be well into the years of using their senior National Parks passes.
I tend to see two age groups in the parks – 20s/30s and 60s/70s. I’m between the two and seem to be in the small minority. Regardless, I’m happy to see anyone getting out and exploring, much less rafting for as many as 280 miles downriver.
Before we get to the river, though, I’d like to pay tribute to some big, beautiful rocks. I do love them, and I especially love trying to capture their grandeur in photographs.
Okay, onto the Colorado River.
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