Tough Canyon Crew — The Landlubber

Back in May we took the adventure that started it all this summer: 3 days and 2 nights on the Colorado River, hot springs and camping and the birth of the Tough Canyon Crew. It was one of those trips that happens only once or twice in your life---friendships cemented, people falling in love, endless laughter and an amazing sense of camaraderie that only really occurs when you're isolated from the rest of the world. And when it ends there's this empty, bus-home-from-summer-camp feeling where you know life will go on and you'll see those people again and you'll still have laughter and more adventures to come, but somehow that one just hit the spot unlike anything else. And then you're home and nothing is quite the same again and you wish with all your might that it wasn't just a memory, but a feeling you could hold onto, a life you could keep living. Maybe someday I'll write about it, tell the stories and share the jokes, but right now it still kind of aches even to think about. It was just that good. If I could go back and put my boat in under the bridge another time, start that adventure again and keep returning to the beginning to do it all over time after time, I think I'd be in heaven. And maybe I'm not the only one.