On the Colorado Again 3^5 
Colorado was high, and swept along majestically. We found 
it had been up as far as the Canonita^ and had almost washed 
away one of the oars. We soon ran her down to our camp, 
and there put her in order for the journey, which from here to 
the Paria could be nothing more than a pleasure trip. Thomp¬ 
son, Dodds, and Andy 
left the rest of us and 
returned on the trail 
towards Kanab. 
Those left for the 
boat’s crew besides 
myself were Hillers, 
Fennemore, the pho¬ 
tographer, and W. D. 
Johnson. The latter 
was from Kanab, and 
was a Mormon, as was 
also the photographer, 
and both were fine 
fellows. The river 
was at flood and we 
had an easy time of it 
so far as travelling 
was concerned. Our 
investigations and 
photographing some¬ 
times consumed half a 
day, but in the other 
half we made good 
progress, eight or nine Major Powell in the Field, 1872. 
miles without trying. 
The rations were limited in variety, but were abundant of their 
kind, being almost entirely bread and black coffee. When we 
tried, we made great runs, one day easily accomplishing about 
forty miles. The San Juan was now a powerful stream, as 
we saw on passing. At the Music Temple we camped, and 
I cut Hillers’s and my name on the rocks. Fennemore 
made a picture of the place, given on page 215. On the 
