The float trip starts
| The Hite air strip is as primitive as
the roads to Hite. The plane and its roar of civilization vanish into the
distance, and you and your river party are on your own, abandoned, about
to disconnect completely from civilization. For perhaps for a day
or two you’ve been watching and hearing the river–thinking about
all that reputation for rapids. Then you slip your boat into the
river, and a whole new reality asserts itself.
You are in the river moving fast (at high water, anyway) and you look down at the water around you and you listen and what you see is that all is calm and still. You are stationary in quiet water, and you look up and discover: It’s the banks that are moving! You have entered a new and magical world.
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By
late afternoon a fleet of law enforcement officers had arrived: the police
chief of the town of Escalante, seventy miles to the west, and the sheriff
of Kane County, the county we were in, plus the sheriffs of the neighboring
counties. We had become an event.