It was another beautiful night and we slept fairly well. We prepared better and woke up warm enough that we didn't even need a morning fire.
Linda made coffee and we took our time getting started. I put on a change of clothes. It was sunny and warming up quickly, so I started out in shorts and a t-shirt today. We broke camp, loaded up, and were on the river by 8:30.
Our goal today was to make our morning float on our last day less than 10 miles, preferably under 6 miles. Since we were at mile 22, I wanted to go at least 16 miles today.
We had a good current this morning and almost no wind again. I took a shot of Turk's Head as soon as we got out there.
We spun around to look back toward last night's campsite.
I still can't tell why this rock is called Turk's Head, but it was sure colorful this morning. :)
This is the section of the river that is visible from the Green River Overlook in the Island Of The Sky District of Canyonlands. Just a few weeks ago when Linda's sister came to visit, we were looking down on this area. Here was the zoom from that day at the overlook.
Turk's Head is the lone rock formation out in the canyon in the right center. We certainly didn't get to see such colors from high above. And we had no idea then that we would be floating through that canyon today. What a life! :)
We were again just drifting at somewhere between 2.5 and 3 mph. A perfect current and a bright blue sky.
It was already starting out as a great day on the river. The sights, the sounds, the unspoiled beauty, being out there all by ourselves with a quiet mutual appreciation of what we were experiencing .... it was everything we'd hoped it would be. That feeling was what drew us into full-time RVing in the first place. :)
We continued our journey. We passed close to rock walls and looked up at the various overhangs and ledges.
As we moved downriver, we started noticing the walls getting higher and higher.
With awe-inspiring views and soul-nourishing solitude, our heads swiveled back and forth to make sure we didn't miss anything. In addition to the wonderful sounds of nature, the only other noises we heard were the scratching of my three-day-old whiskers against my life jacket and Linda's pony-tail swishing back and forth on hers. :)
With about ten miles to go before the confluence with the Colorado River, Linda spotted a pretty good campsite. But I wanted to get in at least a couple more miles. We had to be out of the river, all packed up, and ready to be picked up by our jet-boat shuttle by 1:00 tomorrow. I didn't want to have to get up too early or float too far in the morning.
However, we started to run into the same problem as the first day. There just weren't that many campsites in the next few miles with those big walls.
Finally, we saw a beach between the four and five-mile mark. But the kayakers we had seen the day before and earlier today were already there.
We made our way over to ask if they were planning to camp or just stopping for a break. In a stroke of kindness, before we could ask, they invited us to camp there with them for the night. They knew we didn't have many more options. We didn't want to take any chances, so we accepted the offer. We had gone about 18 miles and had been on the river about six and a half hours. It was a little after 3:00.
Frank is from Grand Junction and Larry is from Denver. They are retirees and members of the Rocky Mountain Sea Kayak Club.
They left us a nice section of the beach, and Frank took a picture of us once we got our tent up.
It's hard to tell, but the white sand was a good two feet higher than the river. Still, we pulled the Foldcat all the way out of the water and tied it off just in case there was a big rise in water overnight.
Looking back up the river past Frank and Larry's tents.
I jumped inside our tent to get this shot looking out the front door. :)
As the afternoon went on, the lighting downriver got a little better.
As the four of us sat and talked, we noticed a Western Grebe hanging out along the beach.
It was surprisingly bold and swam right by us a couple of times. Beautiful bird.
Looking around, I noticed these "kissing rocks" downriver high to the right and barely visible from our campsite.
Linda heated up some Chef Boyardee spaghetti & meatballs. Not exactly a culinary delight, but it wasn't so bad tonight after we smothered it in real parmesan. :)
I got the fire going and we broke out the marshmallows. We invited the boys over for a campfire, but they decided to sit and read.
As it got darker, a pair of geese wandered up at the end of the beach. Soon we heard the "peep, peep" of goslings. Linda spotted two of them. They weren't nearly as skittish as the ones from last night. The babies walked right up to the Foldcat.
I walked back over to the fire. It was time to get out the tripod for a shot of Linda with her fire and the river canyon in the background.
We didn't want to carry any firewood home, so we stayed up later than the prior two nights and watched most of it burn. Once we'd had enough, we were ready for bed. We noticed that it had started clouding up just a bit as we slipped into our tent for the night. Better keep that rain fly on. :)
Another fine, gorgeous day. We were having so much fun and camping with strangers tonight gave it a little twist. What an experience! :)