We stop for lunch at South Canyon, just above Vasey's Paradise. This is just a spit of sand with no shade, so we set up umbrellas. I try to stay out of the sun as much as possible. I'm covered from head to toe and so AJM says I should have worn a burka. If they made burka for river running, I'd wear it.
Then walk up a bit to see some petroglyphs. SAM finds some pottery shards hidden under a rock in a bush. After carefully examining them, we hide them away again.
One ubiquitous photo of every Grand Canyon river trip is of Redwall Cavern. Without boats or people to provide a sense of scale, it is difficult to envision just how immense it is.
Looking down canyon at the first of Bright Angel Shale, I think that the canyon is really starting to look like the canyon I remember from my childhood glimpses from the rim.
We set up camp at Mile 44 Left, just below President Harding Rapid and across from Point Hansbrough. Time has begun to ooze away and I realize that if I'm going to distinguish one day from the next, I'm going to have to start naming our campsites. So I dub this evening's camp "Windy Point" because it is on rises on a steep triangle of sand jutting into the river exposed to a hot drying wind, blasting up the canyon.
