Beer, liquor, a ball for the Spike Ball game, lotions, sunscreen, chicken hats, lasers, spare batteries, my own personal clothing, and even some of the crew was yet to be accounted for.
I thought back to the simpler trips, the ones where with a couple pairs of socks, some long underwear, a jet boil and river gear.... just about anything seemed possible. But Grand Canyon trips are different. On a Grand Canyon trip, you bring the kitchen sink, turn the dial up to 11, break the fun meter at the put-in, and then hang on for the ride. Adding to the suspense, the cast of characters making their way to Flagstaff was legendary. And now all that stood between us and the Grand Canyon was the logistics for 16 people to get to Flagstaff.
From there it was all downhill.
Around 1:30 AM on Sunday morning, in the middle of Las Vegas, the four of us from White Salmon were happily munching on IN-and-OUT burgers and sipping on vanilla milkshakes with the majority of the drive in the rear view mirror. Later that day we would arrive in Flagstaff, unite with an all-star crew of great friends and somehow, attempt to pull all the pieces together for what we all knew would be a once in a lifetime trip.