September 13 – 5 miles
It was a very windy night. The weather predicted that the high gusty winds would end by about 10pm. They didn’t. The whole night is living wind patterns. Slow, distant whispers of leaves, crescendoing to a dull roar swirling around in 3D Surround Sound, then roaring over us, blowing the tent, sometimes pushing the peak 6 inches aside as the wind waves roar by. The sounds move away and into silence. Then a new variation on the theme repeats. Over and over…
Somehow Sherman and I both slept through much of it.
Sept 12: 9 miles
We got up to the sound of the river. I was looking for a way not to cross the river. I couldn’t see anyway to get Sherman safely across.
You can just see the 8 foot wet log across the river…
Got up this morning at 5:30 for another hike in Sisar Canyon.
The plan today is to hike to the waterfall and take a break – 2.5 mi – then to White Camp and take a break – 5 mi – go another 2 miles, take a short break and head back down. That will give us around 14 mile round-trip.
We are currently at the waterfall. Sherman’s wondered around sniffing, taken a few drinks of water so I’m sure his tummy is full and chewed on a couple sticks. I’ve had some water and 2 oranges.
We wake with first light, get up and walk to the end of the mesa we’re camped on. Standing there surrounded on 300 degrees by river gorge walls leading down to the San Juan River. It’s an amazing feeling, standing on a little rock point with half mile deep and three-quarter mile wide gorge filling all of peripheral vision. Sherman too is standing still, looking around at the view. We soak in it… We walk along the edge back to the van. The river gorge goes down in steps. The river is about 2000 feet below us. But the dropoff from the cliff we’re walking on is only 20-30 feet to the next layer.
On to Monument Valley. I’ve wanted to go here for decades. Today’s the day…!