Each marcher passed through the portal individually. On the Colorado side of the portal there was a bowl, and as each marcher passed through we poured some of our water into the bowl and announced what we were leaving behind and what we looked forward to moving into Nebraska.
I'm too afraid to jump off even the smallest ledge of the gorges, so I never thought I would spend a Saturday night walking on a hot bed of coals, surrounded by chanting and drumming.