Participants:

1) Bob Brooks
2) Bill Brooks
3) Lisa Runner
4) Russell Julian
5) Ann Thomas
6) Joe Thomas

One of the highlights was when Lisa and I were high above Rockslide (pile?) scouting and watching  our group go through the rapids, we discovered thousands of reserection plants (ferns) on the Mexican side of the river bank.

Lisa asking you if she should catch the stranger's rescue rope on the down side of the rapid. These friendly strangers were two park employees who were surveying fish populations along the river. They had an entertaining show from us.

We had what some call "Conestoga" canoes because they were piled so high with gear.

The illusion that we were rapidly desending in the river because of the layers in the rock walls.

Ann, saying she felt like a "queen" while we paddled her through rockslide.

The reverberating sound of the metal canoe hitting the rocks when Joe and Russell went through the "slide" backwards.

That last arduous part of the river trip we chose to do to avoid parking where many cars had been broken in to before.

	Entrance to the Rock Slide, as seen from the Mexican (South) side of the river.
	The slide itself is composed of a number of house sized boulders which have fallen into the river from the Mexican side.
	The walls above and below the slide or absolutle vertical. Once you enter this canyon, it is almost imposible to climb out.
	The Mexican side of the river is portagable at almost any water level... though it is a bear of a portage.
	This begins to show the scale we are talking about.
	Once again, this is simply the first drop !
	Here I am entering the first drop.
	I was running through with Lisa.
	At the second drop I went through first and then headed to an eddy on river left.
	Lisa started to enter this drop.....
	Just as she was coming into my view, she flipped. This was still very high up in the rapid. She had quite a swim ahead of her. Bill shot these pictures, but stopped here. He thought it might be poor taste to document a friend's death....
	Before I could get back to the others, after leading Lisa through, they got bored and the first canoe started through blind.
	This canoe hit every rock in the river, doing much of the run backwards.
	I would have been impressed on the 'backward' part....  if I had thought it was intentional.
	The canyon itself is extremly beautiful... with shear walls dropping straight into the river. There are very few places to get out of your boats, let alone camp once you enter the canyon proper.
	Beautiful vistas were the norm.
	We had two canoes and two kayaks in our group.
	We ran the entire canyon, from Lajitas, down to Castolon Campgroud, in one day. We could have exited the river just outside the canyon exit, but there were many breaking in the takeout parking area. We decided to go ahead and paddle an additional 7 miles to the campground.
	We were exiting the canyon as the sun was setting....
	We paddled right past the 'normal' takeout for the canyon run and continued down another 5 miles to the Cottonwood campground. It was quite dark before we reached the end of our trip.