John and I hiked the trail to Whyte’s retreat. I decided that I needed to take the boat out in this beautiful water. I headed out into a head wind. John stayed home to smoke a brisket.
On the right here is one of many skinny channels to investigate. Coming back out.
The water was so clear that you could see way down. It was like flying over ridges. Then it got deep, flying over a cliff. My shadow on the wall.
Flying over another ridge.
The colors of the water fascinated me. My shadow on the bottom of a shallow bay. The boat at Whyte’s retreat.
More cool water colors. The sky, the red rocks reflected, the features on the bottom showed through the colors.
The clouds were rolling in, it was getting cooler. I put on my splash jacket.
On the way back.
There were waves on the way back. I had the wind to my back. Back on land.
Faces in the rocks, big nose, bad hair! A lizard, mussel shells on the beach, palo verde branches. The branches are green so the tree can drop it’s leaves during a drought and still photosynthesize with the bark, swallow nests on the canyon walls.
John was still smoking when I got back. He made an appetizer of roasted vegetables, which ended up as mostly dinner, the brisket did not get done till 10 pm. I was in bed by then.
Sunset.
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