here is nothing better in this world than being a boatman. There is no finer time than late April. The river season lies ahead. By mid-May, with one or two trips behind you, you have most of the bills of a long winter paid off. You just cashed your paycheck and you are going down river so there¹s no place to spend it. No greater place to be than in Grand Canyon. If only time would stand still or if this life could go on forever. That¹s the problem; time moves on. It¹s that ³math thing,² a two week river trip passes by like a day, the river season feels more like a week, and after twenty years you feel as though you are only a half-year older than you were the first day you showed up in Marble Canyon. That¹s the regretful reality of the rim world. Time, like the river, just keeps on flowing. We are all dreamers living out a dream. We are the lucky ones, the heroines and heroes of summer. Don¹t take these days for granted. Take your dreams to Granite, to Hermit, and on into the Gems. It¹s going to be another great summer. Good runs everyone. See you down river.

Bob Grusy