From the Archives : remembering the time I solo kayaked the Salt River
A kayaker paddles an orange kayak through lively rapids beneath towering red canyon walls.
Quite the adventure my 47th birthday was. In 2017 I went and kayaked thirteen or so miles down the Salt river in Arizona. Towering cliffs to start with, wild horses to navigate around as they emerged from the high marsh reeds to get a drink or just cool off in the water. People floating on tubes in the more mellow sections. Men fly fishing. I loved every second of it.
As with many things in life, the irony of this popping up today when the recent torrential rains my home state has been receiving has caused the dams around Phoenix to overflow causing horrible flooding and destruction…..
