Our 24 Day Rafting Trip Down the Colorado River

Joe and I recently returned from an epic 24-day journey through the Grand Canyon on the Colorado River. Joined by 14 of our good friends, we set off on this self-guided expedition in early October. Self-guided means that once we're out there we are on our own when it comes to navigating rapids, choosing campsites, dealing with emergencies and group dynamics, cooking, and planning day hikes. The trip was made smoother by a few experienced folks in our group who had done it before, as well as an outfitter who packed and planned our meals and provided the boats. Our trip leader and great friend, Justin, was also a critical piece of helping to make this such an incredible and successful trip.

Just gorgeous

The river was much bigger than I anticipated. Even the smaller rapids felt enormous at first, and maneuvering the heavy boats took some getting used to. I was nervous when we went through the first big rapid and no one had a clean line. But by the midpoint, we had found our rhythm and navigated most rapids smoothly... with a few exceptions. Julia took a spill at Hance rapid and broke her finger trying to catch herself from falling out of the boat, and we flipped a raft in the infamous Horns rapid, losing a Chaco sandal in the process. Joe and I had the most medical experience on the trip so we were designated as lead medics. I was confident in our Wilderness First Responder skills and we showed that we really worked well as a team when splinting Julia's finger. However, I'm very thankful, there were no other major issues.

Oh no! Going over in the Horns! (Photo: Sarah Sindo)

Everyday it was a big process to pack everything up, load the rafts, get to the next site, set everything up cook, clean and then do it again in the morning. The daily chores were almost as exhausting as rowing the boats. However, we lived in luxury! At night, we slept under the stars on our mats, occasionally sharing our space with curious scorpions. Joe and I only needed to set up our tent three times. We also ate incredibly well! Early in the trip, we feasted on fresh fruit, vegetables and good meat (still dreaming about our lamb chop meal). As the ice dwindled, we transitioned to meals using canned goods, but they still made for delicious meals. Curious what we brought for gear and how we planned? Check out my blog post here.

What a typical campsite looked like

The weather was nearly perfect, with most days in the 80s and 90s and only three days of "bad" weather. We could see that it was raining above us but it was so hot and dry that for the most part the rain never reached the ground. However, the wind that came with this.3 day storm turned the canyon into a sandblasting tunnel. We also experienced a thunderstorm that lit up the canyon walls and turned everything eerie but even that couldn’t dampen the experience.

Deer creek which forms a slot canyon above that you can hike into

One of the most rewarding aspects of this trip was unplugging from technology and immersing ourselves in nature’s rhythms. I tracked the moon phases, noted the shifting temperatures, and watching the bats emerge at night. It’s amazing how attuned you become to these details when you’re fully immersed in the natural world. The side hikes were another highlight. We explored slot canyons, stood beneath thunderous waterfalls, and visited sites rich with history, like ancient ruins and petroglyphs. Thunder River, where a full river gushes from the canyon wall to create a lush oasis, was a personal favorite. The vibrant blue waters of Havasu and Little Colorado River were equally unforgettable.

Joe and I at the confluence of the Little Colorado River

The Grand Canyon's geology left us awestruck. Layer upon layer of rock told a story of time so vast it was hard to fully comprehend. The towering canyon walls, with their shades of red, orange, and gold, seemed to hold secrets of ancient Earth. While none of us were experts in geology, we couldn’t help but marvel at the stark contrasts and formations—the kind that make you feel small in the best possible way and question what time really is. Every turn of the river brought a new formation or layer that sparked our curiosity and admiration. Some of us even developed neck pain from looking up so much!

Seriously in awe

Beyond the natural beauty, the sense of community among our group was extraordinary. Our group’s camaraderie, patience, and teamwork transformed the trip into something truly special. We grew close in ways I didn’t fully appreciate until we were home again. It’s that bond I miss most—but it’s also what makes me so grateful for the experience.

Our crew of 16

I've been saving the biggest highlight for last. On day 9, we camped at Nankoweep, the site of an ancient granary high up on the canyon wall. After setting up camp, everyone made their way up, with Joe and I bringing up the rear. When we reached a stunning overlook, Joe held me close, his heartbeat quick against mine. We shared a silent moment in awe of the beauty around us before Joe turned to me and got down on one knee. He proposed, and of course, I said yes! Our friends' cheers rose to meet us as we giddily finished the hike, embraced by excited chatter and heartfelt hugs. Experiencing one of the most monumental moments of my life in such a breathtaking place cemented this trip as the best adventure of my life.

We're engaged!

This trip was a celebration of nature, friendship, and the simple joys of living in sync with the world around us. The Grand Canyon offered us its stories, beauty, and challenges, and in return, we gave it our awe and gratitude. I’m endlessly thankful for the strength and kindness of our group, the lessons learned on the river, and the memories that will remain vivid long after the last grain of canyon sand has been shaken from our shoes.