Lucky In Life

I don't know why I am lucky, but I am. I try to savor the little moments of paradise, not take them for granted. The hour when the sun is up, for example, but I still rest riverside in the cool shade, I store in my little brain. I cannot remember where I have put my keys and cannot for the life of me balance a checkbook, but I can memorize the line of little bubbles in moonwater rapid behind the big boulder in the middle. I can commit to memory how my little girls footprints break the sand on the beach at wirefence. I can still taste silty water on my teeth and smell the wet desert dirt from the summer rain. I love the blisters that wind gave my soft city hands. It reminds me of where I come from. I love my wrinkled and weathered skin. I wouldn't trade one laugh line on my eyes for all the plastic surgery in the world. Loving desert rivers is a commitment. And maybe my luck is more about reaping the rewards of a completely committed and unconditional love.

6 rivers days

5 families

4 rafts and a dory

3 years running

2 canyons

1 perfect river trip