
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.