Rafting the Colorado River at Westwater with 170 Cans of Beer

Once the sun began to set, the mosquitos came out of hiding from large tamarisk bushes lining the river. The smell of smoke, RAID mixed with the dust of 75 cars and trucks wheeling in and out of the parking lots at sundown on a Saturday evening reminded me of a weird kind of drive-in movie in the boonies that my teenage boyfriend used to take me to when I was 14.

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