The whole canyon was exceedingly beautiful, nevertheless we did not mourn when late in the afternoon, just after running the last rapid, the magnificent cliffs fell back and we saw more sky than at any time since leaving Brown's Park.

On the right the rocks melted away into beautiful rainbow-coloured hills while on the left they remained steep, though retreating a mile or so from the water.

The stretch of sky seemed enormous.

Breathing appeared to be easier.

The eye grows weary with the short range views, and yearns for space in which to roam.
The valley we were now in was not long; about four miles in a straight line, with a width of two.