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First we had to carry our stuff (70% of which was beer) 1.5 miles down the mountain to the put in, which had the best view of the gorge.

Then we had an afternoon of easy rafting. After the rafting, we setup camp, and then went climbing in the nearby hills and rocks. Steve, Manish, and DJ didn't go climbing, but they were fortunate enough to see Chris moon them through their binoculars.

The next day there were more rapids, including one that we had to get out of the rafts in order to plan our attack. There were no casualties, although Manish did almost fall out of the raft. Lucky, I was there to punch him in the face in an effort to pull him back in. Good thing that Warren was also there. That afternoon at lunch, we went wandering through the canyons and found great pools of water that weren't too cold to hang out in and a waterfall which we could all stand under. Steve's hat mysteriously disappeared in the water at this fatefull location.

That evening, against the advice of our guides, we climbed a fairly good sized hill all the way to the top. It was quite tiring, and we had to be pretty careful, especially of dislodging a rock and knocking the person behind us down the mountain. We had great views a the top. To the guides' shock, we were able to climb to the top, hang out there for a while, and come back down all in time for dinner. They said they could hear our cries of "Youuuu can do iiiiiittt" at the top, though they were far far away. We had a nice fire going that night at camp. And through some probably poor decision making, we could have started a forest fire.

The next day we did some mountain biking. The path was narrow, bumpy, and had many huge drop offs to the left. I fell at one point and the bike landed on top of me. I was lying backwards, facing downhill, prevented from tumbling downhill by a big boulder against my head. Rich, on the other hand, was taking more risks. That night we hung out at the house, bbqing and playing cards.

On the last day, some left in the morning, and the rest of us drove to Mesa Verde National Park to see some of the Native American ruins (I think Anasazi) from a few hundred years ago. We only saw one set of the ruins, but there were many to be seen if there was the time.

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