The Little Campsite by the Big Wall. This is actually a view of our campsite from further up the hill, and you cannot tell but the river is actually between our hill and that wall. Ravens lived in the wall behind us, waking us up in the morning with their raucousness.

View northward up the canyon from our campsite.

In the morning we woke up, made tea, wrangled our plaster-stiff socks and boots that had been impregnated with Buckskin mud, and took a day trip further down the Paria with our camera and stash of empty water containers.

The first spring...precious liquid of life.

Rehydrated, we headed another 2.5 miles down the river to a bigger spring (like a faucet coming out of the rock) and back. Lots of splashing through the river and gawking up at the crazy canyon features saying "wow."

Sloshing through the narrows of the Paria. This canyon is totally spectacular in its own right.

One of many magnificent meanders.

Jenya relaxes back at the campsite.