The photographic outfit had been left there because rain the day before had spoiled the view, and we were to bring it down when more views had been taken.

After a strong, steep climb we found ourselves on a peak or pinnacle about 3000 feet above the river, and therefore 7940 above sea-level.
The view from this point was extraordinary.

Far below gleamed the river cleaving the rocks at our feet, and visible for several miles in the canyon churning its way down, the rapids indicated by bars of white.

One hardly knew which way to look.

Crags about us projected into the canyon, and I was inspired to creep out upon a long finger of sandstone where I could sit astride as on a horse and comfortably peer down into the abyss.