I think all would agree that ice cold WATER is a sensually exciting relief from the heat.
As it heated up where we were, it was time to jump into the Colorado River. The icy water coming down from the mountains did indeed feel delicious. Rather than being fully submerged in the frigid liquid, which would have only lasted seconds before I hightailed it out for warmer ground; it was preferable to have a floating device allowing one to submerge hands and feet at will while our bodies stayed warmed by the sun. What a wonderful and relaxing way to spend an afternoon.
Tal made small fires in the morning to take off the chill and keep coffee and tea water hot, as well as providing a little hot water for showers we would take later in the day.
By one o’clock the sun’s temperature would start to become uncomfortably hot and that would be the time to suit up – as far as I was concerned. Tal felt that later was better. He is very cautious of the dangers of desert sun. So we would compromise from my desire to float at 1 p.m., and his desire to wait until 4 p.m. We would go between 2:30 and 3:00 p.m. which worked out just about right.
At first, I would help to row up the backwater to where we could float back down, but then Tal suggested I just enjoy the ride as we had tied our two inexpensive plastic rafts together. He ended up using his hands and arms for paddles and rowed us in a large loop around an island that came out at the river’s mouth. I rode along behind Tal facing the back end of the raft while enjoying a view of trees, ducks, birds, and my gentle wake that was trailing behind. Talk about being pampered! He pulled me along like a queen on her throne. It was wonderful, and the sun reflecting off the water was turning us a golden brown.
A few times, Tal rowed a quarter mile or so distance right against the main current of the flowing river which would take a good 20 minutes or more. It would only takes a few seconds to float back down to the place where we started. If we weren’t tied together I’m sure I would have been swept away. I wasn’t strong enough to counter the current which I guessed was running around 4 or 5 miles an hour. Maybe more. Once we were where we had started, Tal would row us upstream all over again.
We would have loved to take a five mile ride down the river, but we would have needed a car at the other end. We didn’t see any other people floating about, but we did see a few boats drifting down the current and then using their engines to return home.
One day we took the camera out to take the few shots you see here.
As the spring days wore on, the temperature was climbing and though mornings were doable, the trailer was still 92 degrees inside when it was time to go to bed.
Neither one of us can wait to have a hatch built in the ceiling so that we can get up on the roof to the cooler night breezes. From there we will be able to do some star gazing.
When Tal decided it was time to leave the heat behind, I was ready for a new adventure. However, I was sad to leave the enchanting river behind. It was a rare treasure in the midst of our travels. Since we spend most of our time in dry deserts we are not by water very often. I loved the dreamy sunsets, waterfowl, and floating time on the backwaters. We witnessed the urgency of the river’s swift flowing movement which pulled my heart along in its tow.