The trip began in Mexican Hat, Utah, located approximately 5 hours northeast of Phoenix in roughly the middle of nowhere. I also had to look this up to confirm Scott was not playing some sort of joke on me. We were set to raft from Mexican Hat to Clay Hills Crossing, just upstream of Lake Powell.

Prior to him asking me to join him on this trip, I had been camping all of....once. For one night. No more than 30 miles away from Phoenix. With my boss and a group of her friends. Never more than a mile away from the car. And with plenty of booze to ease my fears and hide my discomfort.
I asked friends to help me stock up on the gear I would need to make it look like I knew what I was doing on this trip. Thankfully I had a friend who worked at REI to guide me through the process and save me some serious $$$.
We hiked the Honaker Trail, which goes up to the canyon rim 1,200 feet above the river. From there you look out over the Goosenecks section of the river and the landscape beyond is Monument Valley-ish (I'm not sure what you're actually seeing depending on which way you look, but go ahead and imagine that it looks like Monument Valley). This hike required Scott and I to bond a bit as it was not my cup of tea. Very steep and rocky terrain with a LOT of exposure. At one point there is an option to jump across a gap in the rocks out to a ledge for an extra amazing view --- my hands are sweating just recalling that gap --- but I opted to keep my feet on the ground where they belong.
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| Senor Hayes, Captain of the Party Boat |
