Brr, last night was a cold night. It started snowing when I was reading in my tent, and there was ice in the water buckets this morning. Washing your hands in literally frozen water is miserable. But, hey, you're in the Grand Canyon, so there's a limit to how bad it can actually be.

After we shoved off, we rafted the beautiful water down to Nankoweap, where we stopped to hike up to the granaries. Not only are these some neat structures built by long-gone native peoples, but you get an amazing view of the gorge.

After the granaries, we hit the river again and arrived at camp, in the tailwaves of Kwagunt Rapid. Since it was now sunny and we had lots of time, we hiked an inflatable kayak and a hard-shell kayak back up to the top of the river and ran it again.

Nick and JB were in the IK and had a good -- if boring -- run. Then Tim hopped in his kayak and ran the Hero Line -- see straight down the middle through the big hole. He obviously flipped and came back up after his roll, but then another wave pushed him over again. He couldn't get back upright in the waves, so he ejected and went for a swim. You can't win 'em all, but at least it was fun for everyone.

After that excitement, we went for a hike up the wash just to find some more pretty things to look at.

Then it was the normal hanging out, playing cards, eating dinner (Jon and I cooked burgers and dogs), having a fire, and then off to bed.

What a life.