Rowing the flat water before Cataract Canyon, great clouds threw stripes of shadow over the land. I’d just finished my first rafting season, and the world’s colors seem brighter and bigger than I’d ever imagined.
"Rowing the flat water before Cataract Canyon, great clouds threw stripes of shadow over the land. I'd just finished my first rafting season, and the world's colors seem brighter and bigger than I'd ever imagined."
