I just found out that I get to raft Westwater again in October. The thought of being on the river again for a whole week makes so light I’m already there, dipping myself in the chilled muddy water, nestled between the red canyon as a small creature and nothing more.
I have the days. I don’t know how I’ll get there yet, but I don’t care. I’ll fucking walk, I’ll RUN, I’ll hitchhike, I’ll eat ramen for two months, I’ll suck up to anyone with loose change. Donations now accepted.
I can’t believe it’s been almost a year. I’ve gone back so many times for air.
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