A TYPICAL RAPID IN CATAKACT CANYON 



Photo by Ko'lb BrotheFS 



This type of rapid was very common in Cataract Canyon. The river falls 75 feet in 

 three-fourths of a mile in this section. Our boats were carried up on this rock, then reversed 

 and whirled through the narrow channel on the right. The picture gives no idea of the 

 drop or the violence of the water. There are records of nine parties who have lost their 

 lives in this 41-mile canyon. If a boat is wrecked and the occupants are not drowned and 

 succeed in climbing irp the walls of the canyon, they find themselves in the desolate country 

 of the Land of the Standing Racks (see pictures, pages 154 and 155, and text, page 161). 



would go to work again. We kept the 

 boat in the water as long as possible, its 

 bouyancy helping a great deal, as we 

 lifted only one end at a time. Again we 

 lifted the stern of the boat, then threw 

 the rope from the bow over the root of 

 the tree and tugged away until she was 

 balanced on the skids. She was slid 

 carefully forward, tipped slightly, then 

 with a rush like that of a vessel on a 

 greased runway she shot into the pool 

 below, almost iDreaking away into what 

 remained of Hell's Half Mile. 



At the end of Lodore Canyon we found 

 a small cabin occupied by an old man. 

 Rumor had it that he was living this her- 

 mit's life because he had engaged in a 

 shooting scrape or two, and had been 

 quicker than the others in pulling his gun. 

 He was harmless enough when we found 

 him, as he was feeble and childish. He 

 had been in this section when Major 

 Powell was making his survey, and had 



many interesting stories to relate of the 

 early days. The disappointing thing 

 about the stories was that he would 

 never finish them, but would break off in 

 the middle of his narrative and begin on 

 something else. 



What interested us all more than any- 

 thing else was that the Chew ranch was 

 on the plateau above. When we arrived 

 we found that Mrs. Chew had crossed the 

 mountains and joined her husband and 

 sons. When she saw us she exclaimed, 

 "Why, boys, I thought you had passed 

 here a week ago." It had taken us eight 

 days to get through 20 miles in Lodore 

 Canyon, so you know we had some trou- 

 ble. The river descends 425 feet in that 

 short canyon. 



THROUGH EASTERN UTAH 



The Chews said they were going to 

 Jensen, Utah, 40-odd miles away, on the 

 following day, and gladly agreed to take 



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