When leaving Laramie for my 2nd Desolation River trip, I had no clue it would turn out to be one of my favorite trips of all time. It had nothing to do with the actual river. That part of each trip is usually my favorite. This trip was different from the word go. Small talk flew out the truck window within minutes of starting out. We had amazing conversations all the way across the states we traveled. These continued on the raft as we marveled at our surroundings, wondering which came first, the chicken or the rock. We laughed until we cried. I had just lost my father, so other times I just cried. I couldn’t have asked for better friends on this trip if I had tried.