April 14, 2014
Rafting the Grand Canyon: Side Effects
Turns out, I was prepared for a lot of suffering that I didn't experience. I swam in the river instead of showering (does extra cold mean extra clean?) and consumed a gallon of hand sanitizer for good measure. At home I hike, camp, and do the dishes by hand, so not all was novelty. Except for one thing. We were fully disconnected from the outside world.
No emails, no phone calls, no status updates. I hadn't realized how much of my life had been recalibrated to serve technology. I am not here to tell you how bad that is. But I am here to tell you what happens on the rebound. On the river, you tell time by shadows slipping down steep canyon walls, feel the company of constellations and listen to bat serenades. Under these circumstances, normal shifts. Your hands wither and crack from so much sand and water, and no amount of lotion will save them. But you also become willing to forgo a few comforts (or habits as they might be) to live a little bit untethered. Eventually, even cold water feels good.