So, I wish I was about to unfold a breathtaking account of my journey through the canyon, but alas I am not. Yesterday morning my friends and I woke up at 3:30 am, ate some breakfast, and set out to meet our guides. By 4:30 we were bumping along in an old Chevy truck down some dirt roads in the mountains.
Most of my friends were sitting in the back of the truck, but the three lucky ones, including yours truly, got to ride inside the truck (It was a 2 hour drive and it was cold). We were moving right along when suddenly one guide calmly said to the other that was driving, "Espera espera. Algo esta quemando." Translation "Hang on a second. Something's burning." About that time we noticed smoke rising from the hood. Gray fire smoke. We piled out of the truck and could see flames underneath the front of the truck. Our guides reached for some Manzanita, apple soda, and doused the fire out.
For the next 2 1/2 hours they fixed the truck and we hung out on the side of a dirt road, in the dark, on the side of a mountain. We caused rock slides, wrote a song (The truck, the truck, the truck is on fire!), snacked, talked, and watched other canyoners drive past us. Unfortunately, this meant we could not take our trip because it can only be done in daylight and if we had started late we would have finished after the sun went down.
So instead, we ate some quality huevos rancheros, swam, ate watermelon and hung out by the pool all day, and we'll go back and try again in a few weeks.
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