Just after midnight, we woke up to a light sprinkling of rain falling on our faces.  We spent a chaotic few minutes putting up our tent and stashing gear under overhangs, as we had no way to stake out the fly on the rock ledge.  Just as we dove into the tent, it started raining in earnest and we were thankful for our quick response.  Our sleep was disturbed again a few hours later, when we heard a loud crash and a fair bit of commotion from the beach area, but no one raised a general alarm, so we fell back into a restless sleep.

Around 6 AM, we awoke to blue skies (go figure) and learned that the crash was the massive six-burner stove falling over as the sand embankment collapsed.  Fortunately, it didn’t fall into the river, and we only lost one cook pot and the leftover pork green chili stew.

After packing up, we floated a short distance downstream to Havasu Creek, where we were pleased to see that the incoming water was still turquoise.  We spent a few hours at Havasu and everyone had the chance to find their “happy place” to hang out and even go for a swim.  After lunch, we floated for a few more miles and stopped at Tuckup, where we were thankful to let our gear dry out and take a nap.