River Teva’s worn through

Trips down the Grand Canyon and the Yampa.

It’s strap broke on a hike with my 18 year old grandson

Rowing his own boat down the Yampa.

Fifty years since my first river trip

When John was my new man

And I was first filled with the wonder of the West.

The rough and ready life of a river

In Canyon Country.

Fifty years later

Filled with images of the many fine people

I’ve been out there with…..

Ginning wildly as a wave in Warm Springs

Reminds me that I am- eternally young.

That adventure truly does await

Around the next bend

The roar of the rapid.