April 2016 in the Grand Canyon
Photo by Audrey Sherman
Bad News Log, Day 12, Grand Canyon.
Today is a day of revelation. For years I thought this day would never come, but I have found Caleb’s weakness. He was left alone at the top of a giant cliff without a belay device, and with the use of two carabiners he descended from the sky like a rock climbing angel in a tattered sombrero. He broke an oar squeezing his raft between too tight rocks and shrugged off his girlfriend’s ire with a smile and encouragement from Trevor. He broke a second (third?) toe completing a birthday scavenger hunt in bare feet, and still hung upside down in Redwall Cavern. He even survived the embarrassment of MA broadcasting his urgent bowel movement to the whole trip as Bad News slowly rowed the groover into camp. If none of those things could slow him down, surely nothing could. That is what I thought until today.
Caleb’s one, true weakness: Temporary Tattoos
The most adventurous of us all is frozen in fear when confronted with putting a shiny gold butterfly on his cheek.
Words by Alex Rowe
