Backstory - NINE DAY white water river raft trip down the Colorado river. Married to an outdoor guy means packing lists now include Pam spray instead of Opium, rubber Tevas instead of gold sandals and National Park belly bag instead of usual faux tiger skin clutch.

4:45AM - Hike 7 1/2 miles, carry heavy pack, strapped into corsetlike lifejacket, learn WAY too much about evacuation and storage of poo, jump into big yellow rubber boat, hit major rapid 1/4 mile down river, backwards, boat pops an oar, nearly flip, get toebit by fire ant, sleep fitfully, wake up nauseous...
Welcome to the Grand Canyon, Tanya!

What was I thinking?! I am totally traumatized. I am terrified. I am nauseous... and it's only the FIRST DAY! The water is huge, cold, muddy brown and boiling down the canyon. One minute the sun is blazing and you think you will fry, the next, a cloudburst rains down a storm soaking you to the skin. Campsites crawl with fire ants, the most toxic poisonous insect in the canyon, who could kill you if it's teeny mouth could get a bigger bite. Won't even discuss the scorpion factor...
What WAS I thinking??
W-w-will I be able to survive my own adventure?? Day 2 starts here