Alan LeCheminant’s Rafting Stories: A Night of Lightning and a Struggle on Cataract Canyon Cataract Canyon has always held a special place in my heart. The raw power of the Colorado River, the towering red rock walls, and the sense of adventure that comes with every bend in the river make it a place like no other. One particular trip, however, stands out among the rest. It was a family adventure that left an imprint on me—not just because of the rapids or the scenery, but because of a night filled with lightning and a struggle that reminded me of nature’s sheer force and resilience. A Family Trip Through Cataract Canyon In 2005, when my youngest daughter, Elizabeth, was six years old, we took the family on a river trip through Cataract Canyon. The canyon, located within Canyonlands National Park, is one of the most spectacular stretches of the Colorado River. Its towering sandstone cliffs rise dramatically above the water, creating an awe-inspiring corridor through the desert. This stretch of river is known for its powerful whitewater, especially in high water years when the rapids can rival those of the Grand Canyon. We floated through the calmer sections of the river, soaking in the breathtaking scenery. The kids played in the sand along the shore at camp, and we spent our days navigating the current, sharing stories, and marveling at the canyon’s ever-changing colors as the sun moved across the sky. But the moment that stands out most vividly from that trip happened one night when a thunderstorm rolled in. A Night of Lightning in the Canyon I’ve spent countless nights on rivers and in the wilderness, but this night was different. We had set up camp on a sandy beach beneath the towering canyon walls, our tents nestled close together. As night fell, the sky darkened with thick clouds, and the air carried that unmistakable electric charge that precedes a storm. Then, the lightning started. Bolts of light exploded across the sky, illuminating the canyon in brilliant flashes. For a split second, every rock formation, every shadow, and every ripple on the river was visible as clear as day. It was a surreal sight—the massive sandstone cliffs glowing for an instant before darkness swallowed them again. The thunder rolled through the canyon, amplified by the walls, shaking the ground beneath us. Rain began to fall, but we were tucked away in our tents, dry and warm. I laid there, staring out of the tent door, completely mesmerized. Elizabeth slept soundly beside me, unaware of the natural spectacle unfolding outside. The canyon was alive in a way I had never seen before—wild, untamed, and humbling. I had always loved the river, but in that moment, I felt truly small against the grandeur of nature. The Struggle to Save a Stranded Cow That wasn’t the only unforgettable moment from that trip. On another day, as we floated down the river, I was on the oars of my boat when we noticed some cattle along the shoreline. Cows wandering along the riverbanks in the desert isn’t an unusual sight, but one, in particular, caught our attention—it was stuck in the mud, unable to move. At first glance, nothing seemed wrong. But as we drifted closer, we could see its legs sunken deep into the riverbank, unable to free itself. We decided to pull over and try to help. Grabbing one of our bowlines, we fashioned a loop and tried to slip it around the cow’s head, hoping to pull it free. But the mud held firm, refusing to give up its grip. We tried a different approach—using our oars as levers. Pushing them underneath the cow, we pressed down, using the riverbank as a fulcrum to lift the heavy animal. Each time we applied pressure, the cow thrashed, desperately trying to climb out. For over an hour, we worked, trying everything we could think of. Another boat in our group floated by, saw our efforts, and after a brief look, decided to continue downstream. Eventually, we had to accept the reality of the situation. We simply didn’t have the manpower or the right tools to free the animal. Frustrated but knowing we had done all we could, we packed up and continued down the river, keeping an eye out for any passing rangers or groups with a satellite phone who could contact the rancher. In the back of my mind, I knew the cow’s chances weren’t good. It was a hard thing to leave behind, but the river teaches you lessons about control—sometimes, no matter how much effort you put in, nature has the final say. The Lessons of Cataract Canyon That trip through Cataract Canyon was one I’ll never forget. It was a reminder of how small we are in the face of nature’s power—whether it’s the awe-inspiring beauty of a lightning storm or the struggle of an animal against the elements. The river has a way of teaching lessons in unexpected ways, and that trip reinforced something I’ve always believed—respect the wild, embrace the unknown, and cherish the moments that take your breath away. Today, my son, Matthew, and I continue to run rivers, sharing these experiences with others through Wild River Adventures. Whether it’s the Salmon River, the Colorado, or anywhere else water carves its way through the landscape, each trip is a story waiting to be told. Join us at Wild River Adventures for your own unforgettable river adventure!

Alan LeCheminant’s Rafting Stories: My first river trip. In 1972, I embarked on my very first river trip—an unforgettable journey through the Grand Canyon. I was just 12 years old, wide-eyed and eager, with no idea that this trip would spark a lifelong love for whitewater rafting and the great outdoors. A Family Adventure on the Colorado River My dad, Wilford, was a dedicated volunteer with our local Boy Scout unit, known as “Peanut.” His role was to transport scouts to their summer activities, ensuring they had access to enriching outdoor experiences. When a Grand Canyon river trip was planned, he volunteered to drive the scouts to the river, but he also asked if he could bring me and my brother along for the ride. The trip started at Lees Ferry, and as we pushed off from shore, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The water was calm at first, gliding us through towering red rock cliffs that stretched endlessly into the sky. I had never seen anything like it. The walls changed color with the sun, from deep reds to glowing oranges and purples as the day faded. It felt like stepping into another world. The Power of the River It didn’t take long for me to realize that the Colorado River had a will of its own. At first, it was a gentle giant, carrying us smoothly through the towering canyon walls, lulling me into a sense of security. But that illusion shattered as we approached our first major rapid—Badger Creek. The distant roar of whitewater grew into a deafening thunder. I gripped the raft tightly, my heart pounding. The moment we hit the first wave, the boat lurched upward, and then we plunged down into a trough, cold water crashing over me. I gasped, half in shock, half in exhilaration. I had never felt anything like it. We rode in a classic J-rig, a 25-foot raft with an inner ring and massive pontoons. Sitting on top of the gear, our feet dangled over the edges as the outboard motor powered us forward. Some rapids were playful, drenching us with spray, while others, like Soap Creek and House Rock, were full of chaos. These waves had a mind of their own, tossing the raft like a toy, forcing us to hold on with white-knuckled grips. I watched in awe as the guides read the water instinctively, weaving the raft through massive standing waves, keeping us upright when it felt like the river wanted nothing more than to flip us over. Between the rapids, the canyon fell silent, except for the rhythmic slap of water against the raft. I had time to take in the sheer immensity of the place. The rock layers towered above us, their deep reds and oranges whispering stories of time beyond my comprehension. The call of canyon wrens echoed off the cliffs, their notes floating through the air. In those moments of quiet, I felt it—something bigger than myself. A connection to the river, the canyon, and the wild, untamed world around me. I didn’t just want to be on the river—I wanted to be part of it, forever. Life on the River As we navigated deeper into the canyon, I watched in awe as the guides seemed to read the river like a well-worn map. They pointed out eddies and standing waves, predicting how the water would move long before we reached it. Their skill fascinated me, and I found myself studying every flick of the oars, every subtle shift of the boat. I imagined what it would be like to one day guide a raft through these same rapids, feeling the river beneath me, knowing it as they did. Unlike commercial trips where guests could sit back and enjoy the ride, this was a Boy Scout expedition, and that meant we were expected to pull our weight. Each evening, we’d pull onto a sandy beach, unload gear, and set up camp. Scouts rotated through chores—some chopped vegetables, others stirred pots of stew over propane stoves, while a few unlucky ones scrubbed dishes in the freezing river water. Despite the hard work, there was a deep sense of camaraderie. We weren’t just passengers on this trip; we were part of a team, learning the unspoken rhythm of river life together. At night, we gathered around makeshift campfires, swapping stories and laughter. The older scouts told tales of past trips, of monstrous rapids and legendary swims. My dad, ever the minimalist, had packed lightly—too lightly. Instead of sleeping bags, we had only a tarp and bath towels for blankets. It seemed fine in the heat of the day, but when the desert chill crept in at night, I shivered under the thin fabric, burrowing into the sand for warmth. Yet, as I lay there, staring up at the Milky Way stretched across the canyon sky, all discomfort faded. In that moment, beneath an endless sea of stars, I felt a connection to something bigger than myself—a world of adventure that I knew I wanted to be part of forever. The Tough Hike Out of the Canyon Each bend in the river brought new wonders—hidden waterfalls, side canyons begging to be explored, and even glimpses of bighorn sheep balancing on sheer cliffs. But all adventures have their trials, and mine came at Phantom Ranch. This was where our river journey ended, and the real challenge began: the hike out of the canyon. We started around noon, the sun blazing overhead. The trail to the South Rim was relentless, a steep climb that seemed never-ending. I could feel my legs burning, my throat dry despite the salt tablets we took to keep sweating. By the time we reached the top, my shirt and hat were crusted with white salt stains. I was exhausted, but I had done it. I had conquered the canyon—not just by raft, but on foot. A Journey That Led to a Life on the River That trip wasn’t just

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