Nine trips down the Colorado, every one beginning with breakfast at the Marble Canyon Lodge.  Everyone who is anyone on the River has planted themselves in a chair at that long table for breakfast, dinner, and beer.  Thousands of memories thousands of stories, all gone.

It was so poignant that nothing had been moved…

The only thing I left to do was to go to the river, wade in up to my shorts, wash off the tears and look downstream.