Soon we see it ahead, appearing as a blanket of little whitecaps covering the water.  In a few minutes the roar—a rather soft roar—surrounds us, the boat rocks a little; then the rocking slows to nothing and the roar is behind us.  We are through our first rapid; had we been reading a map, we might not have noticed it.  Those "rapids" marked on the maps all turn out to be little more than that first one.  We now know the meaning of "riffle."   mi 160.1

 
 
 

After a dozen miles or so have drifted by, the cliffs are getting higher and higher; many now rise directly out of the river.

 

After twenty miles or so, we are in tall, sheer walls of beautiful, decorated, red sandstone.  That will be Glen for almost all of the rest of the 156 miles from Hite to Lee's Ferry.           Tapestry Wall

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Return to air over Wishbone Canyon