Family Black Canyon Paddle

After having gone backpacking, and in particular, after the Hilton Creek Lakes trip with friends, the husbands wanted to introduce their wives to the wilderness, far away from anything accessible by car. So, I drummed up interest for this paddle excursion and secured reservations and permits in May, a full six months in advance.

It had been raining most of the week, and the weather forecast is partly cloudy. The rain is supposed to stop when we get to our first night’s camp—but then it didn’t. We picked our tent at Boulder Beach by Lake Mead, and just as we turned in, the rain started. I quickly throw on the rainfly.

After a cozy night, we enjoy breakfast and get ready for orientation. Like my many trips to this beautiful canyon, the guide company has to go over rules. But this time, they’ve added nonsense things, like needing a firepan and a embers blanket, which we had to rent.

Then, we load up into their van and get shuttled down to the launch site. Exactly as I remembered it, the ranger and outfitter are always on a rush to get everyone into the water and off. “Get going, and go over to that sandbar to rearrange your stuff!” OK.

The sauna cave and Goldstrike Hot Springs are the first stops. We snack along the way and arrive at Arizona Hot Springs in the early afternoon. We all take our time soaking in the warm waters of the slot canyon. The upper pool is scalding.

We make dinner, build a fire, talk into the night, and turn in.

Our slumber is interrupted by raindrops, first a little, then more. Obviously, the forecast turns out to be wrong. I’m so happy we have a great tent.

The morning brings clear blue skies. There’s not a cloud in sight. After breakfast around a smoky fire from wet logs, we launch. It’s a long paddling day, but we make great progress.

Everyone, including the novice wives, agrees that this trip is a nice introduction to the wilderness. Leaving the tether of our cars turned out just fine.

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