When I think of a boat, there's a lot of things I see in my mind- sea kayak, canoe, dingy, rowboat, Montana pram, sailboat, houseboat, catamaram, and a big, yellow raft, among others. This is due, of course, to my upbringing in the house of a river guide. I don't even consider a motor "boat" to really be a boat- more a tourist trap, and an amusement park to those who consider themselves to be "outdoorsmen." No offense to those of you who have motor boats of course.
So, when I say I went down the Grand Canyon, I don't mean I went on a comemrcial motor boat trip. This wasn't any week long endeavor, where the guides point out the sites, help you with the hikes, serve lunch, clean out the groover, make dinner, do dishes, and steer the "boat." This was a river trip, 16 days long, 226 miles, and if you can't help with dishes, and cooking, and if you can't hike, and swim, and purify water, and set up the kitchen, and carry bags off the boats, and sleep in the sand with no tent, well, you're screwed.
This ain't no picnic.
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