People talk about lots of different rapids when they talk about the Grand Canyon, but there really is only one that everybody talks about: Lava Falls. About a year ago I sent Heath this video:
He sent me this back to my email titled “Is this where we die?”:
Since Lava falls is toward the end of the canyon, you get to think and think and think about it the whole way down. The water levels we were running at were nothing like the water levels in that video, but we knew it was still something to take seriously. Well, when we finally pulled off the river and got a chance to scout it, there wasn’t a whole lot of talking going on. For the first time, all these laughing cocky assholes were pretty quiet.
Most rapids have one or two main features, but this one seemed to look like a football field sized war zone of traps doors. Everywhere we looked there was water plunging into a hole or breaking back on itself. The more we sat though, the more it became obvious that we had to run it way on the other side of the big hole and just get as far away from it as possible. You keep saying to yourself “I don’t think it’s that big of a deal, we’ll be fine”, followed by a nervous laugh.
Anyway, we weren’t going to run it that day and we had bigger fish to fry, and by that, I mean dinner. Those cakes don’t bake themselves people.
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