Blue Sky a mile straight up beyond the rim.
of excitement as we surge down into the rapids yet again,
Scorn from the White guides and their passengers in the many other White-Water Rafts that we pass as they glide and surge with The River, armed only with paddles.
Native Peoples on their Ancestral Lands.
The People of the Tall Pines, on their squalid arid grassland and desert reservation given to them on the Rim of the Grand Canyon, rich with bitter history and rocks.
No Tall Pines here as there are just a bit further North in rich and lush Grand Canyon National Park.
I ask one young warrior about the ancient spirits of the canyon. He looks startled and intense as his dark eyes stare deeply into my blue eyes. "We can't speak of such things in the Summer", he responds and changes the subject uncomfortably. "Would you like to go back and do that last rapid again", he says, grinning as he guns the engines and turns the raft for a second approach to this class five rapid.
My camera jams. My film is destroyed.
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