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The view in the morning.
Starting the switchbacks as we climb toward Denver.
That rock looked awful close.
The Colorado River.
Fifteen people mooned us and three flipped us off from rafts on this river.
At a certain point the river turned redish-brown for a few miles.
As our altitude decreased from somewhere over 9,000 feet the cliffs around us stayed high.
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