Read Wet Desert: Tracking Down a Terrorist on the Colorado River Online
Authors: Gary Hansen
"Why don't we ask for volunteers?" asked Shauna.
"Anybody with a shovel."
Grant shrugged. "Where are we gonna get enough volunteers on this short notice?"
"They're all watching the news. All we'd have to do is make an announcement on the ten o'clock news."
Grant scoffed. "That would be chaos. What are we gonna do, just tell them to bring their shovels and come on down?"
"Why not?"
Fred said, moving over next to Shauna. "Everybody's got a shovel, and right now we need all the help we can get."
Grant shook his head and glared at his friend. "You can't be serious, Fred."
"I am serious. Every time those guys in the
Grant looked at the two of them while they waited for his response. Actually, Shauna's volunteer idea would probably work if they just had more time. He felt bad for snapping at both of them. He wondered how many volunteers they would need to fill a million sand bags. What if each person filled a hundred bags? That would be 10,000 people. But, a hundred bags seemed like too many for one person; maybe 20,000 people would be better. What about loading and carrying? Better double it again. Grant guessed, to be safe, they would need at least 50,000 volunteers.
Grant held out his hands as if to say
slow
down. "All right, let's think out loud for a second. What if we asked for volunteers and we got 'em? Where do we want them to go? We'd need to have multiple locations; we can't just have them digging on the side of
supervise
them, and distribute the bags? What about light? It's gonna be dark, right? And what about moving the bags when they're full? We're gonna need trucks. We can't have a thousand pickups driving down to the dam to unload their bags. This is a big enough deal that we are going to need somebody to organize it, somebody who can focus specifically on this task."
Shauna and Fred both smiled at Grant. Grant could tell they were both happy he was at least considering it.
"Didn't the governor say the mayor of
"Politicians need to get re-elected," said Shauna. "And politicians are usually great at delegating. The mayor could appoint a bunch of his buddies to head up other groups."
Grant didn't like the way it sounded, but he wondered if there were other types of people who could handle thousands of volunteers better. "What about cops, or firemen? What if we had about 50 cops team up with each group of politicians? Would that be enough supervision for a couple thousand volunteers?"
Fred nodded.
"Yeah.
That would be good, or even the National Guard.
As long as they had uniforms.
Then the volunteers would know where to go to ask questions."
"Okay, where do we tell them to go?" Shauna asked.
Grant considered that. He cringed at the thought of 50,000 volunteers scattered along the highway. Their cars would block the road and cause a horrific traffic jam that wouldn't allow the sand bag trucks through to the dam. But where else could they go? The best plan would include numerous locations scattered around the desert. Then they wouldn't conflict with each other; the crowds would be separated and not blocking anything. Unfortunately, Grant didn't know any locations. He wasn't from
"We'll need some help from the mayor," Grant said. "We'll recommend that he and his staff choose ten or twenty places around
"This could work," Fred said, smiling.
Grant looked at his watch; they were running out of time. "All right, let's go talk to the mayor of
* * *
7:15 p.m. -
David couldn't believe how far the water had risen in the last hour. Could it be a hundred feet? He thought so. It seemed like ages ago when Afram and Sam were trying to lasso the rock outcropping. Thankfully, they succeeded, but the rope hold had only lasted maybe ten or fifteen minutes before the raft had risen up to the same level of the outcropping. Luckily, by then they found other handholds, and were able to hold the boat without anyone in the cold water. Over the past few minutes the water seemed to be rising a foot or two per minute.
Although the sun was still a few hours from going down, it was already getting dark deep in the Grand Canyon, and David had to look up to see where the setting sun still shown on the east rock faces high above them. Meanwhile the dark water of the
"Look how smooth the water is," David said. "It looks like a lake."
"Except
it's
moving." Judy motioned with her arm.
Afram pointed to the other side. "David's right. It's perfectly flat and spread out. If I didn't know better, I would think there was a dam just downstream."
Keller spoke. "There is, kind of."
Afram looked perplexed. "What do you mean?"
"Well,
"What is
David knew the answer. He had read about it. "It's where the
"76 feet to be exact," Keller said.
"How is that a dam?" Becky asked.
"Think about it," Afram explained. He pointed to the other side. "The river is almost a half mile wide, and yet it all needs to fit through the narrows. It's like a dam."
Becky furrowed her brows. "But wouldn't the water just go faster through the notch?"
Keller nodded. "No question. The water has got to be blasting through the gap. But it would still back up, which is what we are seeing here."
Sam spoke for the first time. "The water level would be lower on the other side. It would be like a waterfall."
David cupped his hand to his ear. "That must be the sound I can hear."
"You know what this means?" Afram asked the group.
"What?" Becky said nervously.
"It means that we're lucky that we found this spot when we did. I don't want to even think about what would happen if we had tried to drift toward
David imagined the raft getting sucked through the gap and spit over a hundred-foot waterfall.
The group sat silent for a moment. An explosion echoed through the darkening canyon, making them turn their heads.
"There goes another one," Afram said, craning his head around.
Becky whipped her head around. "Was it upstream or down?" Becky had evolved from jittery to frantic over the last hour. Her voice was now a few notches higher than normal.
The explosive sounds of the rock breaking off and falling in the river was starting to occur every few minutes. Although they couldn't see most of them, one had broken off just across the river about a half hour before in an earsplitting bang that had reverberated off the canyon walls.
"I think that one was way upstream someplace," Keller said reassuringly. "It sounded like it was a long ways away."
"Not to me!" Becky argued, near tears.
Sam put his arm around her, a maneuver that seemed unnatural to David under the circumstances. David would have been more apt to slide away from her while she was being so hostile, and give her some space.
David considered their situation: water rising a hundred feet an hour, getting dark, raft being held by people's hands grasping the cliff in precarious holds, with no place to stand or hike in a rimmed canyon. David wondered again if they were going to make it.
"Heads up," Keller yelled. He grasped the rock for a better hold.
David felt the raft pulling away from the rocks and he renewed his grip. He thought about
* * *
7:40 p.m. -
Greg pulled back on the throttle in response to a large houseboat cutting in front of them. He veered to the right and passed it.
"Look up ahead." He pointed off to the right.
Castle Rock could be seen miles in the distance. Julie noticed they were passing Padre Point on the left, which signified they were beyond the remains of
The narrows, from Padre Point to
"We need to talk," Greg said.
Julie faced her husband.
"About what?"
Greg rotated so the other four passengers could hear him. "What do we do up there?" He motioned in front of the boat.
Julie felt confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Which way are we going? Right or left?" Greg was biting his lip.
Julie couldn't believe it. "I thought it was settled. We're going into Warm Creek." Julie saw nervousness on the two other couples' faces, as if this were her and Greg's argument.
Greg shook his head. "We haven't even talked about it."
Paul spoke up. "Going into Warm Creek would essentially be writing off your boat."
"Couldn't you come back and retrieve it later?" Darlene asked.
Max put his hand over Darlene's. "If the dam is gone, the lake will eventually drop another three or four hundred feet. By then, Warm Creek will be just a muddy wash. It would be basically inaccessible as far as retrieving a boat was concerned."
Darlene eyes bulged as the realization set in.
"I wouldn't abandon this boat if it was mine!" Erika said.
Julie was shocked that they were all talking this way. "So all of you are willing to risk your lives for this boat?"
Greg shook his head. "I never said we all have to go. I could drop the rest of you off at Warm Creek."
Julie pictured Greg leaving the five of them on the rocks someplace and taking the Mastercraft down past the dam by himself. She didn't like that idea any better. She remembered what she had felt like earlier in the day when they had been separated, and she didn't want to be separated again.
Paul leaned forward in his seat. "I'll go with you, Greg."
"Paul, the boat isn't worth you dying over," Greg responded.
Julie pointed her finger at her husband. "Then why are you going?"
Erika spoke directly to Julie. "If Greg thought he was going to die, he wouldn't go."