It was with reluctance I left the Rainbow Bridge but it was time to be back at the boat. I had been in such a hurry on the way up that I hadn't enjoyed some of the sights along the path to the bridge. There is a spring that runs year round and the water is filtered as it runs through the sandstone so it is good to drink. Ferns and flowers grow in the cool moisture.
Some years when the water level is higher the boats can come much closer to Rainbow Bridge.
What a peaceful beautiful place.
I wish there was time enough to take my shoes off and go wading. It isn't very deep here.
Look at the size of the fish right off the dock. Looked like all you needed was a net to scoop them up.
This little arch is called Jug Handle Arch.
We are headed out of the cove. By now the sky was a brilliant blue and the clouds were white.
We have loved our day on Lake Powell.
The blue of the sky is now matched by the water with touches of green.
We were happy when the boat would slow down either in meeting other boats or going through a narrow channel. Meant we had a few more minutes to savor the scenery.
This is Navajo Butte again. See all the rocky debris at the bottom? Those are the rocks that have fallen from above. I wonder how many hundreds of years before it will just be a pile of rocks. That would be too bad.
Being with a group of 30 for 7 hours gives plenty of time to people watch and smile at how funny we humans are. This little man I named my leprechaun. He was all over the place ( his wife stayed put somewhat) & photobombed so many of my pictures. When I was sorting I went delete delete a lot because sometimes it was his red hat, sometimes an arm, sometimes a whole shot. He and his wife each had huge backpacks that when the 10 drops of rain came they pulled out entire rain suits and donned them in the aisle right beside Walt and bopped him on the head many a time. Think reverse in just a few minutes when the 10 rain drops were done.
And this couple who spent the trip reading in their front row seats. Yes, that's my leprechaun photobombing this shot.
What you do not see in this picture is the lady who spent the entire trip having pictures of herself taken over and over. Everyone had an opportunity to share in taking pictures of her on her camera. She didn't even care what was in the background. She just wanted her picture taken. Hmmm.........she didn't make it into my camera.
As we were coming to the end of the trip the sun was getting low in the sky.
The grey clouds rolled in which meant another beautiful sunset.
“For today and its blessings, I owe the world an attitude of gratitude.”
All good things must come to an end. This has been one of our very favorite days of so many exceptional times. I can understand why the Native Americans have such a reverence for this land.