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It is so crowded on the river that we need to ask a pair of scientists
if we can share their campsite tonight. They have been gathering
sedimentary samples in this spot for ten days, so they are glad
to have the company. I think of the startling contrast between the
river now and in Goldwaters era. Today, roughly 20,000 people
per year go down the river. In 1940, Goldwater was among the first
one hundred people to travel the Colorado to the mouth of the Virgin
River.
Our congenial group is getting pretty casual. Guys are flossing
their teeth after dinner and swapping "groover" stories
(a.k.a. the portable toilet). We are settling into river life.
After weve helped clean the "kitchen", a few of
us lie on the boats and look at the stars. Dykinga talks about how
the river changes people. He says people see better at the
end of a trip: Their vision of themselves comes forward; therefore,
their photographic vision is also extended. Pat, the guide on the
group boat, talks about living life to the fullest. He says this
is something he admired about Goldwater: he packed so many lifetimes
into one.
I think what Goldwater said of these moments:
"Charlie and I have set our cameras for pictures, and
are back in bed. We have been talking. The exchanges I have had
with different people at night, lying under the stars, constitute
one of the trips most enjoyable phases. Tonight in its full
moon glory has been no exception. A mind is improved only by being
taken out once in a while and kneaded on the boards of discussion."
Beth and I forego a tent again tonight. Its so hot we strip
down to bare essentials; were glad to be sleeping far from
our mostly all-male group. We stretch out on top of our bags again.
The sand is blowing so hard I need to put a bandana over my mouth
to keep from eating the beach. Despite this, we are ready for sleep.
day two: continued >>
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