The Grand Time

Tom's Journal

June 12, 2007 - Day 28

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Downstream from Lake Powell at Lee’s Ferry, Kathy, Jim, Dave, Peggy and I met Loren, Al and Tim. Together, we formed the group of eight who will begin the journey down the Grand Canyon.

We arrived just in time for Al and I to motor upstream with Josh and David, two young guides who operate one of the many large inflatable motor rigs that ply this section of the river.

After an hour-long ride up the river to within a few hundred yards of Glen Canyon Dam, at 6 pm Al and I began paddling our kayaks the fifteen miles back downstream towards Lee’s Ferry.

What this section-the last remnants of Glen Canyon-lacked in whitewater, it more than made up for in scenery. The high red sandstone walls and sandy beaches were more numerous than I could count.

When the dam was being built, a two-mile long tunnel was blasted into the wall forming the south boundary of the canyon. Addits, (not sure of correct spelling) which are holes where blasted rock was tossed into the canyon from the tunnel, were visible and clearly marked the descending route of the tunnel.

As the sun slowly (but not as slowly as we would have liked) set in the western sky we made our way through the shadows on the flat water. The last hour of our time was in pitch dark and we were relieved to arrive once again at Lee’s Ferry at just after 10 pm.

Water is released through the dam from deep below the surface of Lake Powell. At the surface of the lake, the water is between 71 and 78 degrees; when it re-enters the Colorado River, it is 46 degrees. It is not only quite cold, but quite clear.

Conditions like these have not been present since the first few days of the journey high in the Colorado Rockies.

Due to changing daily demand for electricity, the flows from the dam fluctuate between 7,000 and 15,000 cubic feet per second, and the warm canyon walls heat the water about 1 degree for each 30 miles it travels.

Five of the eight of us have never been on this section, and it was with great anticipation-and some trepidation- that we camped near our boats. I have been here four times, most recently in 1994, and each experience truly seems like the first.

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Mile by Mile Photos

June 12, 2007 - Day 28
Mile 630 through Mile 645

May 16 2007 - Day 1May 17 2007 - Day 2May 18 2007 - Day 3May 19 2007 - Day 4May 20 2007 - Day 5May 21 2007 - Day 6May 22 2007 - Day 7May 23 2007 - Day 8May 24 2007 - Day 9May 25 2007 - Day 10May 26 2007 - Day 11May 27, 2007 - Day 12May 28, 2007 - Day 13May 29, 2007 - Day 14May 30, 2007 - Day 15May 31, 2007 - Day 16June 1, 2007 - Day 17June 2 - 11, Day 18 - 27June 12, 2007 - Day 28June 13, 2007 - Day 29June 14, 2007 - Day 30June 15, 2007 - Day 31June 16, 2007 - Day 32June 17, 2007 - Day 33June 18, 2007 - Day 34June 19, 2007 - Day 35June 20, 2007 - Day 36June 21, 2007 - Day 37June 22, 2007 - Day 38June 23, 2007 - Day 39June 24, 2007 - Day 40June 25, 2007 - Day 41June 26, 2007 - Day 42June 27, 2007 - Day 43June 28, 2007 - Day 44June 29 2007 - Day 45June 30, 2007 - Day 46July 1 - 13, Day 47 - 58July 15, 2007 - Day 59
The last day; The river’s end