The Royal Gorge Trip (Part 1 of 2)

I hadn’t been this cold in a long time. The wind whipped through the canyon walls and we huddled, shivering at the side of the river, waiting. I thought, ironically, of the first memory that came to mind of being this cold was skiing a few hours north of where we were on the Arkansas River. But six months later in the year. We were soaked to the bone, fingers numb and useless and beyond the … [Read more...]