”I guess it couldn’t go north anymore” she said quietly. “I mean how could it get through these walls or even over them?” Layla sounded so grave. She identified with the smallness of the river below these big canyon walls. Could it be that Layla was finally nervous about something?

After a few hours of floating, we stopped all together for our first fishing session. The river widened up a little, and we could stand along the side of the river. Mike reminded us to cast out, and slowly reel back. Then, we spread out with our partners. Most partners talked and messed about with each other. Layla and I didn’t even look at each other, much less talk.