My friend and I sometimes walk upstream in the Virgin River for exercise on hot summer Saturday mornings. Last Saturday we walked farther than ever before. As we turned downstream for the return trip we wondered what would happen if we gave ourselves entirely to the knee-high meandering waters? Would they support two riverbed wanderers?
We bottomed out in a spot or two at the widest points, barely bumping over pebbly rapids or washing up against soft sandbars. For the better part of a half hour we relaxed completely into the river's arms, becoming one with the cosmic universe in a way never quite experienced before. There's something peacefully freeing about letting the gentle brown current of a desert stream lift and carry you wherever it will.
