Our Dory trips are incredible. From the moment we board the boats at Lees Ferry, we feel each boil and eccentricity of the current. We hear, too, the river's voice, the spiraling call of the Canyon Wren and the growing roar of the next rapid. By running the river in a Dory, time is on our side and lots of it. We have time to visit many of the lesser-known side canyons. We have time to have a second cup of coffee in the morning. We have time to appreciate the billion-year-old rocks in a millions-of-years-old canyon, which let us know that the worries and urgencies of the so-called real world are, well, maybe not such a big deal after all. Maybe this is the real world.