Jetboating on Lake Mead

As we left the river behind, the jetboat's engines roared to life, sending a spray of water behind us as we cut through the calm water of the Colorado. The canyon walls slowly receded, revealing the vastness of the landscape that had once felt so intimate. The sharp cliffs and narrow, winding passages we had navigated on the dory now looked distant, almost surreal from the speed of the boat. The wind whipped across our faces, a welcome contrast to the still air of the canyon floor. With each turn, the jetboat powered through the river, the engine’s hum a reminder that our adventure was coming to an end. As the boat pushed us swiftly toward the take-out point, the reality of leaving the canyon set in, but the memories of every rapid, every moment, would stay with us long after we’d left the river behind.