CHAPTER, ELEVEN 
THE YEARLY RENDEZVOUS 
UR NEXT objective point was the up- 
O per Green River valley, which is thrust 
like a bay of prairie between the main 
chain of the Rockies and the projecting 
Wind River Mountains. Our direc- 
a tion was northeast. The road thither 
leads over sandy hills and plateaus. The Wind 
River Mountains lay to our right, permitting a closer 
view of the precipitous, weather-beaten granite for- 
mations cut by deep ravines. As intervening bulwark, 
there were foothills, dark with evergreens, but void 
of snow. To our left new snow peaks came into 
view, the Grand River Mountains. We crossed sev- 
eral streams, first the Little Sandy and the Big Sandy, 
then the New Fork; all having their sources in the 
Wind River Mountains and flowing into the Green 
River. The water is clear and cool, the river bed 
pebbly. The shores are usually fringed with wil- 
lows. In these little rivers there are, furthermore, 
denizens characteristic of western waters. For, while 
