And off we go.
Sunset at the Citadel. I don’t think I’ve ever seen more cottonwood trees in one place.
Rock art. Stick ’em up.
Rock star art.
Casa del Eco. 17-room ruin. 14-room ruin. Columbine house. It has many names. What a magical place.
After a hellacious wind storm at Shotgun camp, we were pretty damned thrilled to spend a night at the San Juan Inn. It sounds kind of cliché, but that was the best, most appreciated warm shower of my life.
Some places just didn’t have enough water to float a boat.
Fortunately last year’s big flood from Gypsum Creek cleaned out a chute at the new rockpile at Twin Canyons. You can still see the red mud line high on the bank from the Gypsum flood.
Government Rapid was the gnarliest of all, so we elected to line it. We set up a belay station and hooked up the boats at point A. Dropped them through a tight slot at point B. Then two right-angle turns at C and D. Then out. Pretty slick, really. Irish whiskey at point E.
Time to party at my favorite bar.
And bring out the Bradivarius.
Thanks to Todd Brown, Lauren Bloemsma, and John Karon for some of these fine photos.
And thanks to Cataract for putting up with my abuse. These band-aids on her bum will make everything all better.