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An individual faces many questions when rafting through the Grand Canyon. But number one on the list is “Where do I go the bathroom?”

Unloading our raft after a long day on the Colorado River.

During a seven-day trip which took my wife Angela and I a total of 188 miles along the Colorado River, the question of bathroom-going was on the minds of all 16 guests on the raft.

So each evening, after a long day on the Colorado River, we’d pull up to shore and carefully unload our precious cargo - the “shitter”- a 12-inch square metal box with a sealed lid. It was the first item to come off the raft each evening and the last item to be loaded back on the raft each morning.

Our helicopter lands on a makeshift helipad.

Our rafting guide Ray would gingerly carry our “shitter” to a remote (more…)

My teeth were chattering as another wave splashed over the front of our raft. The ice-cold Colorado River was showing no mercy. It would have been a little more comfortable in the sunlight, but the cavernous walls of the Grand Canyon were keeping us all in the shade. I was soaked to the bone, freezing and loving every minute of it.

Taking a break for lunch.

My wife Angela and I experienced a rafting trip through the Grand Canyon. The adventure took seven days and the theme of the trip was “188 miles of shitin’ in a bucket” as we wound our way along the Colorado River. But it’s not rafting in the typical sense. Our vessel was approximately 30 feet long, held 16 guests, a guide and helper. It also included a small outboard engine, so we didn’t have to paddle. Yeah, yeah, I know, it’s the lazy (more…)

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Our 15-storey floating resort.
Our 15-storey floating resort.

Angela and I just got back from a 12-day cruise of the South Pacific. We traveled from Sydney, Australia to Loyalty Island, New Caledonia, and Fiji. And while snorkelling (not to mention the endless assortment of cruise ship cuisine) was my favourite thing, there's something about standing on a deck of a ship and seeing nothing but water in every direction you look.

Angela and I spent a lot of time just looking at the waves as they smashed up against our 15-storey mammoth ship, the Celebrity Solstice. I could appreciate the early explorers who thought the earth was flat. Gazing out into the South Pacific gave you the feel that a ship might just fall off the edge.

Then there were the fish. No, not the hundreds of species I experienced during my dives, the fish out in the middle of the ocean. The flying fish. (more…)