A trip down the lower San Juan River began my summer this season. Sitting on a boat under the sun at the bottom of the canyon allows me the time and space I need to reflect and reset after a long school year. This stretch of the San Juan River in particular, offers a sense of being home, to me. I keep reels of red rock walls and sounds of silence in my mind and I go back there, often, when I need to recenter or reconnect.
I drew and watercolored. A couple got engaged at John's Canyon. We sang songs around the campfire. A hand-built dory completed a maiden voyage. Some group members ran Government Rapid on paco-pads. We ate way too much food.
