A Field Guide to the Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon Field Guide

A Must Have For Grand Canyon Rafters


by Stephen Whitney, 2nd edition (soft cover)


An extremely comprehensive field guide for Grand Canyon rafters that includes birds, wildflowers, cacti, mammals, reptiles and amphibians, butterflies, trees and shrubs, ferns, rocks, and fish. Also includes information on fossils, human artifacts, canyon history, climate, trails and visitor facilities. Illustrated with color photographs. This book can be purchased by following the Grand Canyon Maps and Guides link in Colorado River & Trail Expedition’s online store.

The Very Hard Way

Bert Loper's Book by Brad Dimock

The Very Hard Way by Brad Dimock



Bert Loper was born in 1869 the very day that John Wesley Powell discovered the confluence of the San Juan and Colorado Rivers. Loper spent much of his life devoted to those two streams. Orphaned and abused, Loper worked most of his life at the very bottom, the nameless grunt in hard rock mines, the sore-backed shoveler on a placer bar, the subsistence rancher on a lonely gravel delta in Glen Canyon. Whatever Loper got, he got the very hard way.

But on the muddy whitewater streams of the Southwest Loper found a joy, a thrill, and a peace. By the time he died at his oars in a Grand Canyon rapid at eighty, he had covered more boats, and known more rivermen than anyone. Two weeks before he vanished in the Colorado , the very first motorboat had run Grand Canyon-bookending his incredible career. Bert Loper’s is the tale of river running in the West, and his life encapsulates the Colorado River.

This book can be purchased on Colorado River & Trail Expeditions online store under books about Grand Canyon History and Early Exploration.

Upset in Upset

Story about Upset Rapid in the Grand Canyon

Amil Quayle's Story About Upset Rapid


UPSET IN UPSET, a Monograph by Amil Quayle

This memoir is about an experience Amil Quayle had on his 2nd run as a guide through the Grand Canyon in 1966. He was alone with a family of four, a 33-foot surplus pontoon raft, one outboard motor, and no communication equipment other than signaling mirrors and panels. Those were the days when you hardly ever saw other rafting parties, so when disaster struck at Upset Rapid, Quayle had no one but himself and the help of one of the passengers, to get everyone off the river safely. This epic achievement has been a part of the guiding community lore for for more than 40 years, but like most stories that are retold time and time again, some things needed to be set right. Amil recalls the details in a nicely crafted story that will show you what river running was like “in the old days.”

$5.00 + Shipping and Handling (Can be autographed by the author on request.)

You can order this book on our online store. Or just give us a call at (800)253-7328.

“The Cataract of Lodore” a poem by Robert Southey

What Andy Hall and JW Powell Saw in 1869

Green River in Lodore Canyon

When the First Powell Expedition reached the end of Brown’s Park on the Green River they came to a deep canyon with swiftwater and rapids. It reminded Andy Hall of a poem named “The Cataract of Lodore.” John Wesley Powell knew the poem by heart and recited it. The expedition decided to name the canyon after the poem, and the name stuck. The canyon is located on the Green River above Desolation Canyon. The canyon was home to the first real rapids that Powell and his men encountered, and they lost one boat in Disaster Falls. The poem was written in 1820.

The Cataract of Lodore by William Southey(written in 1820)

“How does the water
Come down at Lodore?”
My little boy asked me
Thus, once on a time;
And moreover he tasked me
To tell him in rhyme.
Anon, at the word,
There first came one daughter,
And then came another,
To second and third
The request of their brother,
And to hear how the water
Comes down at Lodore,
With its rush and its roar,
As many a time
They had seen it before.
So I told them in rhyme,
For of rhymes I had store;
And ’twas in my vocation
For their recreation
That so I should sing;
Because I was Laureate
To them and the King.

From its sources which well
In the tarn on the fell;
From its fountains
In the mountains,
Its rills and its gills;
Through moss and through brake,
It runs and it creeps
For a while, till it sleeps
In its own little lake.
And thence at departing,
Awakening and starting,
It runs through the reeds,
And away it proceeds,
Through meadow and glade,
In sun and in shade,
And through the wood-shelter,
Among crags in its flurry,
Here it comes sparkling,
And there it lies darkling;
Now smoking and frothing
Its tumult and wrath in,
Till, in this rapid race
On which it is bent,
It reaches the place
Of its steep descent.

The cataract strong
Then plunges along,
Striking and raging
As if a war waging
Its caverns and rocks among;
Rising and leaping,
Sinking and creeping,
Swelling and sweeping,
Showering and springing,
Flying and flinging,
Writhing and ringing,
Eddying and whisking,
Spouting and frisking,
Turning and twisting,
Around and around
With endless rebound:
Smiting and fighting,
A sight to delight in;
Confounding, astounding,
Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.

Collecting, projecting,
Receding and speeding,
And shocking and rocking,
And darting and parting,
And threading and spreading,
And whizzing and hissing,
And dripping and skipping,
And hitting and splitting,
And shining and twining,
And rattling and battling,
And shaking and quaking,
And pouring and roaring,
And waving and raving,
And tossing and crossing,
And flowing and going,
And running and stunning,
And foaming and roaming,
And dinning and spinning,
And dropping and hopping,
And working and jerking,
And guggling and struggling,
And heaving and cleaving,
And moaning and groaning;

And glittering and frittering,
And gathering and feathering,
And whitening and brightening,
And quivering and shivering,
And hurrying and skurrying,
And thundering and floundering;

Dividing and gliding and sliding,
And falling and brawling and sprawling,
And driving and riving and striving,
And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling,
And sounding and bounding and rounding,
And bubbling and troubling and doubling,
And grumbling and rumbling and tumbling,
And clattering and battering and shattering;

Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting,
Delaying and straying and playing and spraying,
Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing,
Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling,
And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming,
And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing,
And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping,
And curling and whirling and purling and twirling,
And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping,
And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing;
And so never ending, but always descending,
Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending
All at once and all o’er, with a mighty uproar, –
And this way the water comes down at Lodore.

There’s This River: Grand Canyon Boatman Stories

Grand Canyon Boatman Stories

Grand Canyon Boatman Stories


THERE’S THIS RIVER – Grand Canyon Boatman Stories
edited by Christa Sadler $17.95

Boatmen always have a story to tell. You’ll hear many of them on your river trip. In the book, you can read many more. It’s a fun and enjoyable anthology by people who love the Grand Canyon up close and personal.

You can order this book on our Books For River Runners Website. Or just give us a call at (800)253-7328.

Featured Picture of the Week

Havasu with Blue Heron by Bonnie Mackay

Havasu Creek with Blue Heron by Bonnie Mackay


Havasu with a Great Blue Heron, photo by Bonnie Mackay

This photo was taken on our Grand Canyon September 20 – October 1, 2011 rowing trip.

If you would like to have your river photo featured on our blog, please send us an e-mail at crate@crateinc.com with your high quality picture, a short description of the photo, and what trip it was taken on.

George Y. Bradley’s Story of the Fire on the First Powell Expedition


Green River

Green River Story

On June 17, 1869, according to Bradley’s journal, the First Powell Expedition was camped in Lodore Canyon about 25 miles above the confluence with the Yampa River. After a hard day of portages and rapids the boats were leaking badly. The group camped in a thicket of pines where they could gather some pitch to repair their boats. Here is Bradley’s account of what happened next:

“We camped for this night on a little point where the mountain pine and sage-brush
was very thick and the cook built his fire and had supper on the way when the fire
spread to the pines. At first we took little notice of it but soon a whirlwind swept
through the canon and in a moment the whole point was one sheet of flames. We seized
whatever we could and rushed for the boats and amid the rush of wind and flames we
pushed out and dropped down the river a few rods. May handkerchief was burned that I
had tied around my neck, and my ears and face badly scorched. We had hardly landed
before the fire was again upon us and we were forced to run a bad rapid to escape it.
We got through safe, however, and are all right tonight except that we lost most of
our mess-kit.”

When the second Powell Expedition came through this section a couple years later they found the mess kit and other camp ware.