Life on the Grand Canyon's Wild Side

I’m back home in Seattle on the liveaboard yacht I’ve lived on for the past year or so, and it’s reminding me of the canyon. I spent 6 nights out of 21 sleeping on the boats instead of my tent because it felt like home and I loved being rocked to sleep, listening to the sound of the rapids or riffles, and being blanketed by the infinite stars overhead. It was also easier to get going in the morning (I’m not a morning person at all) because I didn’t have to fuss with breaking down camp and could get right to making breakfast for everyone if I was on kitchen duty or just having a free moment to enjoy my tea and wake for the day. This was the fullest experience of my life so far. There is still so much to explore on this earth and I have no interest in what cities have to offer (okay, besides live theater and concerts). Our souls are most fed where the wild things are. And If you’re lucky enough to meet your own wild, and unleash them, you’ll see with eyes that intimately know the stars, water, wind, elements, and walk a little stronger and further every day forth.