"Three Amigos:"
Boatmen Jeff, Tom and Doc, on a midday hike early on.

A clump of Brittlebush on a ledge below the Anasazi Granaries at Nankoweap (mile 52).

These yellow flowers sprouted from hillsides, ledges and every conceivable spot throughout the canyon.
 

The Anasazi "granaries" are small caves enclosed with mud bricks, built high on the cliffs by ancient Indians, perhaps to protect their crops from rodents and enemies.

Here I am carefully sliding along the cliff edge between caves.

Photo by Annie Hallat.
 

Donna with a stone carved with ancient Anasazi petroglyphs.

An experienced rafter, Donna supervised the daily packing and unpacking of kitchen supplies, a major chore on the river.

Doc in a hollowed stone covered with Anasazi petroglyphs, called "the birthing chair" in river runner tradition though it seems dubious that it would have been used for such a purpose..

Michelle taking a moment to read during a hike on the Shinumo Creek near Bass Camp.

A campfire "literary talk show" revealed that though most of us hauled books down the canyon, few got beyond a couple pages. There's just too much else to do on the river.

A nicely abstacted shot of me leaping from a rock into a clear, deep mountain pool.

Photo by Margot Wilhelm.