The moon greeted us high above the canyon walls at Diamond Creek the last morning along the Colorado River as I awoke from a dream of being on the water.
We reluctantly packed under first light.
The deflated pontoons from the big S-rig awaited rolling and loading.
Staff stared towards the river lost in thought.
First the big S-rig.
Then the Stout.
Goodbye Colorado River, until we meet again. Traveled 138 River Miles.
We rode back towards the South Rim chattering about this amazing experience where a plane awaited Dave and I at Tusyan Airport for the final trip home.