“The Grand Canyon ruins you,” said Christie Kroll, shown here reading my book while soaking in a travertine pool at the mouth of the Little Colorado River. “I’m still checking Flagstaff weather. I try to pack my food in ammo boxes, and my husband Peter fell asleep on the dog bed because it feels like a cot. I want to go back right now.”
No such luck, Christie. I desperately need to get back to work, but all I can do is write up my notes from the 16 days you and I spent rowing the Colorado with our friends last month. If you would like to read along, click here for the blog.
“Try putting sand in your food,” advises Christie. “It helps for a minute or two.”
I just might.