“Screedle on!” Someone shouts as we descend steep Navajo Sandstone slickrock. This is our third expedition as a group and we are each carrying twelve days worth of tightly packed gear on our backs. We appear to be defying gravity as we round a cliffside for our first glimpse of the Dirty Devil River far
It was full speed running. Sand flying, daypacks forgotten, every one of us dying of curiosity for what lay beyond the bend of the sandstone walls. We had reached a point in our hike where Katie and Dave, our WRFI instructors, let us find the last greatest surprise of the day. Out of uncontainable excitement
I have come to realize that there are very few things I need in order to lead a good life. This revelation was brought on by incessant amounts of mud and endless laughter as our group repeatedly and intentionally trapped ourselves in quicksand. The canyon walls strengthened our goofy energy and fostered patience and perseverance.