I can’t promise you’ll rise before sun up just to see the first light on the canyon walls. I can’t promise you’ll hike further up a side canyon than even your guides have ever been, then slide through a rapid like cream cheese on a bagel. I can’t promise a storm so thick you can’t see the other boats, with hail so hard it hurts and enough water to bring cascades free falling hundreds of feet from the canyon rim to the canyon floor, then fill a wash, that hasn’t felt water in years, to bank full. I can’t promise the sun will break through or a rainbow downstream. I can’t promise you Ravens, Hawks, Herons, Eagles, Avocets, Otters, Beaver, Bobcats, Big Horn, Bears, and Mountain Lions or even their tracks. I can’t promise a camp of camaraderie, laughter and praise for a day well spent. I can’t promise you’ll fall asleep to a chorus of frogs and cicadas under a sky so dark you can see Andromeda, only to awake in a few hours to see the moonlight creep down the sides of the canyon just as the sunlight did so long, long ago.
No, I can’t promise you’ll experience any of this. But I can promise if you don’t go, you won’t experience it. So the main thing is -
You’ve got to go.
Max Krimmel - Moons and Tunes