Grand Canyon Dory Trip

Fishtail Rapid appeared as a swift, narrow chute where the river tightened and dropped quickly through a wave train stacked down the center. We lined up just right of the main tongue to avoid a series of jagged rocks lurking along the left shore. The dory accelerated fast, the bow lifting over a steep standing wave before plunging into a deep trough that sent a cold splash over the rails. Quick backstrokes helped us correct as a strong lateral pushed from river left, trying to spin the stern downstream.

Morning light filled the canyon as we lined up for Doris Rapid, the first test of the day. The river funneled into a straight chute with a clean tongue dropping into a series of tightly spaced waves. The dory slipped into the flow smoothly, the bow lifting sharply over the first roller before settling into a fast train of deep troughs and steep crests. Diagonal laterals pushed lightly from river right, requiring a few strong pulls on the oars to stay center. Cool splashes skimmed the deck, but with the sun on our backs, they felt refreshing instead of punishing.

We entered Tapeats Rapid hoping for a dry run. With the dropping temperature and rain beginning to spit from the sky, staying dry meant staying warm. But the river had other plans. As we slipped into the narrow chute, a sharp wave caught the bow and dumped a surge of icy water straight into the front of the dory. It rushed over boots and pooled around our feet, stealing heat fast. We dug hard on the oars to keep the boat steady, working to minimize any more cold hits. The dory flexed as we climbed a few more steep rollers, every splash now biting against chilled skin and soaked layers.

Deubendorff Rapid revealed itself with a long, powerful tongue of water dropping into a broad stretch of surging waves and crashing laterals. The river roared as it funneled between rocky outcrops, the main current driving hard through a maze of boulders scattered across the channel. The sky above had darkened further, thick clouds piling along the canyon rim while a cool, damp wind swept through the corridor. The air carried the sharp, electric edge of an approaching storm as we lined up our entry.

Walthenberg Rapid came into view as a stretch of swift, churning water marked by a series of diagonal waves and surging laterals that swept across the channel from river left. The current pressed hard toward a line of jagged rocks along the shore, making our line clear but demanding precision. Overhead, the sky had begun to shift, with thick clouds gathering along the canyon rim and a cool wind sweeping down the corridor. The temperature dropped noticeably as we pulled hard on the oars to stay center, the dory accelerating smoothly into the push of the main flow.

Hakatai Rapid approached with a gentle but steady rush, where the river funneled into a broad wave train scattered with submerged rocks and swirling boils. From upstream, the water shimmered in the afternoon light, its surface textured with ripples and soft eddies that hinted at the forces underneath. We guided the dory smoothly into the current, the boat picking up speed as it glided into a series of low, rolling waves.

Serpentine Rapid came into view as the river narrowed and twisted sharply between sculpted rock walls, the current gathering speed as it funneled into a tight, winding channel. From upstream, we could see the water bending gracefully but powerfully, with waves stacking up along the bends and dark boils swirling in the eddies at the edges. We slipped the dory into the main flow, immediately feeling the boat surge forward as the current wrapped around the first curve.

Sapphire Rapid greeted us with a shimmering, lively stretch of river where the current gathered speed and danced through a series of smooth waves and scattered rocks. From upstream, the water sparkled under the midday sun, casting flashes of light that rippled across the canyon walls. We guided the dory into the main flow, feeling the boat accelerate into a rolling sequence of wave trains that lifted and dropped us in a steady rhythm.

Crystal Rapid announced itself with a deep, growling roar that echoed powerfully through the narrow canyon as we approached. We pulled into the scout eddy on river right and climbed up the rocky bank to get a better look. From the overlook, the scene below was both mesmerizing and sobering. A steep tongue of water plunged into a chaotic landscape of surging waves, powerful laterals, and the infamous mid-river hole that churned dark and heavy at the heart of the rapid.

Hermit Rapid revealed itself with a wide, glassy tongue that plunged directly into one of the biggest wave trains we had seen so far. From our vantage upstream, the horizon dipped sharply and a line of massive, evenly spaced waves marched down the center of the river like a set of rolling hills frozen in motion. We guided the dory straight down the tongue, the current pulling us faster and faster until the bow climbed steeply up the face of the first towering wave.