A rafting trip on the San Juan...low water level, fair sunshine bounding off the canyon walls, pulling at the end of the journey hard on the oars against a sudden strong upriver wind, setting up camp each evening in settings 300 million years old, trying to find the mayonnaise in some 10 food containers carried between two rafts and a canoe, learning to spend the entire day with another person in a small space in an immensity....
