After wrapping up the California 100 on Tuesday morning the plan was to get the hell out of town and shut off my phone. I drove to San Diego on Wednesday, picked up my partner Thursday morning and we made our way towards the Nevada Arizona desert for a Colorado River trip. The trip began with a 3-hour full-moon upriver approach and a midnight landing to our campsite at the stroke of Friday the 13th. It only got better from there. This was an unforgettable trip for me and a much-needed chance to exist in the moment. My head was clear all weekend and I was thinking about nothing but what was happening around me. Such a good feeling. I'll keep the details to myself and leave you with a tiny glimpse of the trip.