The sun was just starting to peek over the mountains as we loaded into the raft. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as I took my seat, paddle in hand. Our guide, a seasoned veteran, gave us a quick rundown of what to expect as we headed down the rapids of the Colorado River.
The water was cold and crystal clear as we began to make our way down the river. The scenery was breathtaking – towering cliffs, lush forests, and the occasional glimpse of wildlife. I felt a sense of pure joy as we navigated through the rapids, the water splashing up and drenching us as we worked together to stay on course.
As we approached the infamous “Satan’s Cesspool”, I could feel my heart racing. The rapids were intense, and we had to work hard to stay afloat. But with our guide’s expert direction, we made it through unscathed.
As we pulled into shore, I felt a sense of accomplishment and adrenaline coursing through my veins. Rafting in Glenwood Springs was an experience I would never forget – the rush of the rapids, the beauty of the scenery, and the camaraderie of our little group. I couldn’t wait to do it again.