Canoe 2001- Green River

Day 3, Friday, September 21, 2001.

Mile 86 to Mile 64. -- 22 miles in the hot sun.

Water running low, drinking scotch and beer...

Load-up the next morning. We were diminishing our supplies but we seemed to have less room in the canoes.

The canyon started getting deeper and the scenery better.

The small white speck on the water line at the right is Dean & Dave. Gives you an idea of the magnitude of our surroundings.

The water looks clean in this reflective pix.

Believe it or not this is a river not a lake.

Dean and Dave paddle past the confluence at Bowknot Bend

The spires at Bowknot Bend.

Yes we were so overloaded that Rob and Brian towed a rubber raft behind their canoe to carry other stuff.

Let's hope there are no earthquakes. There is just too much loose rock and a few frail tents. Dean's tent hidden in the shadows while the sun continues to bake the exposed rock.

Another sandy beach camp. We got sand into everything.

Now where did I pack tonight's meal?

Geoff barbecues the chicken to make fajitas. We also had corn and super refried beans that lasted a long time!

A contented paddler?

Clarification. Brian has not decided to kayak paddle his canoe. It called antenna elevation.

Camp in the cool shade while the rocks continue to burn.

And he told his wife he was going canoeing. Pix wired to us from Jamaica.

The only piece of electronic gear we did not have was a microwave.

We made it through another day without becoming fish food.

ET calls home from down in the canyon. The cell phone connected but the laptop would not upload pix.

Relaxing after dinner at Mile 64 on the southwest side of Bowknot Bend with Scottish Apple Juice and cold beer. We did 22 miles today. It drained us dry and wore us out. We gotta do less miles tomorrow. It is appropriate at this point to note that we are not traveling as we normally trek. Note table, chairs, ice chests, water bottles etc. We carried over 50 gallons in water and other wet stuff. At the end of the trip we had 2 gallons remaining.

As the sun disappears, the BTUs beat feet straight up.