Success!

Now for the 26 mile shuttle back to Bluff from Mexican Hat. It's been fun.

Pour over Camp, San Juan River 8am, Thursday, September 15

"Time lost can never be recovered," he said, "and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere."
- Isaac's Storm

Looking downriver towards Mexican Hat

When you are broken, you run. But you don't always run away. Sometimes, helplessly, you run towards. - H is for Hawk

Noon Sunday September 11 at Sand Island boat launch

Fingers crossed they'll float!

From a restaurant in Monticello, UT

Sometimes these wall decorations are quite charming.

Green River in Green River

The view from the Tamarisk Diner in Green River, UT, a place to channel the spirit of John Wesley Powell. It's in the upper 80s and blue blue blue. From here it's on to Moab and finally to Bluff, in the SE corner of the beehive state.

Gassing up at American Fork

That's part of the Wasash (sp?) range near Salt Lake City in the back. I've brought my road bike on a lo-o-o-n-g drive to Bluff, Utah, where I hope to do some kayaking on the San Juan River. In a week I will drive home at a leisurely pace, and see if I can fit in a ride in the San Rafael Swell area. I've not been here since 2009. Been a while.