The end of my trip has come in stages. It started ending at Imperial Dam, then ended some more at Morelos Dam. Just like the river is disappearing here, my journey along its lifeline has been fading out.
So it is not surprising to me, that there is no real moment or even a feeling of “arrival”, when I finally reach the Sea of Cortéz today. At least not the way it happened when I reached Grenoble after traversing the Alps in 60 days (2017), or when I reached the Atlantic coast after traversing the Pyrenees (2018).
I will be taking some time to let it all sink in. But for now, I really don’t have much to say, so I will try to let some pictures speak for me. All I know at the moment is that I am incredibly grateful. To the river, first and foremost. To its immeasurable character, varied forms and moods, to its rage and silence, its tenderness and challenges. But also to all the people I have met along the way. For all the kindness, companionship and generosity I have encountered time and again.
I can say now, that I am looking forward to going home. Not because I am happy this trip is over, but because it feels natural now. I am looking forward to seeing my family and friends, to being in my own place and cooking my own food. To wearing clothes other than the two pairs of pants and few shirts I have worn for the past three months. But also to speaking German and most of all, to being back in my beloved Alps.
And then, in a few weeks, I will start writing my book about this Colorado River trip. I am very much looking forward to that too, because it will give me the chance to actually go into depth on many of the stories and experiences that I have only been able to scratch the surface of in my blogposts. It will be exciting to revisit all of the big and small events of this trip in my memory. And who knows, maybe there’ll be an English translation of this book one day.
Thank you for reading.