I just returned from a week of rafting through the Grand Canyon with about 30 other men. I made and was inspired by some new friends, and I learned a lot about the canyon and the two main theories on how it was formed (by the Flood or by millions of years of the little Colorado flowing uphill and making a sharp turn to the right, then left, then back again, all the while eroding the walls one pebble at a time). I’ll post more on this later, when I have time to process my thoughts.
It was great to be in the canyon, with men who had to talk to me because really, what else was there to do? We couldn’t tweet, email, or even check our watches. We had no idea what was happening in the outside world. For all we knew, the NFL, NBA, and the government in Minnesota were all on strike (two out of three ain’t bad). It wasn’t until Saturday that I learned that Betty Ford had died and been buried and that many dignitaries had visited and then departed my town. So I went through an entire week with no contact with the outside world and didn’t miss very much (except my wife and kids, but we’re all better now).
One of my new friends, Jim Hamilton, persuaded me to try Twitter. He is my only follower so far, but if you want to follow me and learn what I’m eating for each meal (isn’t that what they do on Twitter?), you can find me @MikeWittmer.