Rafting the Grand Canyon: A Journey Carved in Time

Ruth Bergman
6 hours ago
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Rafting the Grand Canyon: Into the Canyon, Into Deep Time

Rafting the Grand Canyon is a bucket-list adventure—one of those iconic trips that linger in the background of your travel dreams until, one day, everything lines up just right. For us, that moment came when we started planning a trip to Havasupai (post on that coming soon) and realized we’d already be in the area. Why not finally make the leap?

The logistics weren’t simple. We wanted to end the trip with our car waiting for us at the South Rim, so we drove up early, left the car at the top of the Bright Angel Trail, and took the Groome shuttle back to Flagstaff. It meant hours of back-and-forth, but the payoff was a preview of the canyon itself—a hazy late-afternoon view from the rim, shoulder to shoulder with tourists from around the world. Unlike them, though, we were heading into the canyon for the week ahead.

We’d booked the 6-day Upper Canyon rafting trip with Outdoors Unlimited, a company recommended by my good friend Jill, who’d taken the same journey a few years earlier. The timing was perfect—the trip started June 2, fitting smoothly into our plans. We chose the Upper Canyon section over the full 14-day descent. Why? Because six days felt like enough—enough camping, enough adrenaline, enough wonder.

That night we met our group at the Americana Motor Hotel in Flagstaff, a playful Route 66 throwback with mid-century vibes and a pool glowing neon blue. Our group was eclectic: ages ranged from 11 to 80, and most were from across the U.S. What we all shared was a sense of anticipation. Our guides walked us through the essentials—how to pack personal gear into dry bags, what to expect on the river, what not to bring. We were told to be ready at 5:30 a.m. for the drive to Lee’s Ferry, the put-in point for all Grand Canyon river trips.

That early morning drive through high desert was its own prelude, with sandstone cliffs and layered mesas hinting at the geologic spectacle ahead. We crossed two bridges—first the Little Colorado River, then the wide green span of the Colorado itself. We were close.

What was I expecting from this trip? Not a physical challenge—the river does most of the work, and the guides the rest. I expected dramatic views, colorful rocks, reflections in still water. I didn’t think much about the geology, about the processes that formed these cliffs or the timescales involved. But as we drifted deeper into the canyon, it became impossible to ignore. The Grand Canyon reveals Earth’s history one rock layer at a time. With every bend of the river, we passed further back through time.