Wampum

Computer enhanced petroglyphs superimposed onto a photograph of the Sand Island cliff wall.

The San Juan was close to the tops of its banks, swift and the color of chocolate milk. This morning the boys and I walked back to the BLM offices and the boat launch to throw mud clods and rocks into the river. Sam was able to pick out the two geese that we'd seen the evening before across the river on the Navajo side, and the yellow bodied, red headed birds in the brush near us. I wasn't able to get Jonah to answer a color question, but later in the day he correctly identified green, red, and blue Crocs, so it was just one of those momentary absences of compliance. It was MB's turn to go see the Yeis and shoot some digital for Chris. The image above is only a portion of the works present on the cliff wall.

An elderly woman stopped by our camp to ask if we wanted to look at some necklaces. Gracie picked out juniper berries and seed beads. We dropped off Night at the Museum at the store. Two dollars and our name and where we were camped was all that was needed for the rental. An hour out of town we passed a high school graduation in Aneth.