On the left is our campsite at Turkey Pen Ruin. We boiled our red water and had oriental noodles. All six of us slept in one small tent but were comfortable. In the middle of the night some bird made a horrendous screech so we were glad we were in a tent. The two full days we hiked in the canyon we did not come across another soul. We packed out all our trash but I could not bring myself to pack out our toilet paper.

Below left is another ruin, I believe at Junction Ruin. The rooms were so perfect we at first thought they were reconstructions (Mesa Verde has some). A closer look showed it was all original, even the wood beams. Directly below is some more rock art. A previous visitor enhanced the pecked designs with chalk.

Most visitors fear dying of thirst in Grand Gulch. We almost drowned. Flash floods the day before remained as torrents for us and the trail crossed the stream every hundred feet. Celeste became our llama because she had sandals. On the right below are some of the weeds at the Todie Junction. It was like jungle fighting in Vietnam. We exited through Todie Canyon and followed the rock cairns up the steep trail. Some are in the habit of kicking these down. Don't. They got us out in one piece.

This is Josiah with his dinosaur at the Todie Canyon trailhead. He bought it at the impressive dinosaur museum in Blanding. Unfortunately he lost it in the dark while Dad trudged six miles back to the Kane Station parking lot for the car. The goal was to hitch a ride back to the station but 16 Mormons decided this Baptist minister needed his exercise. We crashed for the night in Mexican Hat at the worst motel we have ever experienced - the front door was the sliding glass kind and was secured with a screw driver handle. The hot shower did feel great - until the room next to us washed their hands and the pressure disappeared. If anyone finds the dinosaur, could you return it? Josiah would be grateful.