rying them in the cockpit. The scenery
in upper Red Canyon is impressive: pines and fir come down
on the sloping sides to the river's edge; the rocks are
reddish brown in colour, often broken in squares, and
looking like great building blocks piled one upon another.
The canyon is about fifteen hundred feet deep; the river is
clear again, and averages about two hundred feet in width.
We have seen a few deer tracks, but have not seen any deer.
We also saw some jumping trout in a splashy little rapid.
Doubtless they came from a little creek, close by, for we
never heard of trout being found in the Green River."

"We made a motion picture, while dropping our boats down
with lines, over the first rapid we considered bad. Emery
remained in the boats, keeping clear of the rocks with a
pole. Powell's second party records an upset here. We passed
Kettle Creek about 5 P.M. In the fifth rapids below Kettle
Creek I got on the wrong side of the river and was carried
into a very rocky rapid--the worst so far encountered. I
touched a rock or two at the start, but made the run in
safety; while Emery ran the opposite side without trouble.
We camped beside a small stream on the south, where there
were signs of an old camp."

"_Saturday, September 16_. Clear and cold in the early
morning. Started about 9 A.M. Lined our boats past a
difficult rapid. Too many rocks, not enough water. Two or
three miles below this I had some difficulty in a rapid, as
the pin of a rowlock lifted out of the socket when in the
middle of rough water. Emery snapped a picture just as it
happened. A little later E.C.[2] ran a rocky rapid, but had
so much trouble that we concluded to line my boat. Noon.
Just a cold lunch, but with hot coffee from the vacuum
bottles. Then at it again."

"The scenery is wonderful; the canyon is deeper than above;
the river is swift and has a decided drop. We proceed
cautiously, and make slow progress. We camp for the day on
the north side close to a little, dry gully, on a level sage
and bunch-grass covered bottom back from the river's edge.
An abruptly descending canyon banked with small cottonwood
trees coming in from the opposite side contains a small
stream. Put up our tent for the second time since leaving
Green River, Wyoming.