One year ago.
Middle of a month long journey.
290 miles on the Colorado River’s cold, red-silt water.
290 miles of a canyon spanning back 1.8 billion years.
30 days of wonder and delight.
30 nights of watching the moon grow full and then wane.
Falling stars, shooting rapids, climbing side canyons as sinuous as a cast off rope.
And always with the laughter and the singing and the stories of other trips down this canyon.
Of other people—long gone.
Stories showing other ways to be.
Vishnu Schist and Zoroaster Granite twining between sediment.
Half the earth’s history told through stone.