We resumed our journey at 10 A.M., a very short run bringing us to the end of Kingfisher Canyon.  The three canyons passed through approximate hardly more than ten miles in length, different names being given for geological reasons, as they really form only one canyon.  The walls at the end were broken down, and brilliantly tinted talus of many hues covered the slopes, the different colours intermingling near the bottom.  The canyon-walled river turned southeast here, and continued in this general direction for many miles, but with many twists and turns.

We had previously been informed that Red Canyon, the next to follow, while not considered bad when compared to others, gave one the experience most necessary to combat the rapids farther down.  It was not without danger, however, as a review of previous expeditions showed:  some had lost their lives, still others, their boats; and one of Major Powell’s parties had upset a boat in a Red Canyon rapid.  The stage of water was so different on these previous attempts that their experiences were of little value to us one way or the other.  A reference to pictures taken by two of these parties showed us there was considerable more water when they went through—­six, and even eight feet higher in places.  Possibly this would be the best stage on which to make the voyage in heavy boats.  The unfortunate ones had taken the spring rise, or flood water, with disastrous results to themselves or their boats.

We soon found that our passage was to be hard on account of having too little water.  In the quiet water above we had been seldom bothered with shoals; but now that we were in swifter water, there was scarcely any depth to it at all, except in the quiet pools between the rapids.

For a description of our passage through this upper end of Red Canyon we refer to our journal:  sketchy notes jotted down, usually in the evening just before retiring, by the light of a camp-fire, or the flickering flame of a candle.  Under the date of Friday, September the 15th, we find the following: 

“End of Kingfisher:  long, quiet pools and shoals where we grounded a few times; several small, splashy rapids; then a larger one near an old boat landing.  Looked the rapid over from the shore.  Jim remained at the lower end with a life-preserver on a rope, while we ran the rapid.  Struck one or two rocks, lightly; but made the run in safety.”

“At the third rapid we saw some geese—­but they got away.  At noon we ate a cold lunch and because of the low water removed the skags, carrying them in the cockpit.  The scenery in upper Red Canyon is impressive:  pines and fir come down on the sloping sides to the river’s edge; the rocks are reddish brown in colour, often broken in squares, and looking like great building blocks piled one upon another.  The canyon is about fifteen hundred feet deep; the river is clear again, and averages about two hundred feet in width.  We have seen