They called this Minnesota.

We stayed here a day or two, but as there seemed to be no possible further development of water, concluded to go on further.
Across the river we could see a little flat, very similar to the one we were on, and a little prospecting seemed to have been done on the side of the mountain.

We had a terribly steep canon to cross, and a river also, with no trail to follow, but our donkeys were as good climbers as any of us, so we started down the mountain in the morning, and arrived at the river about noon.

Here we rested an hour or two and then began climbing the brushy mountain side.

The hill was very steep, and the sun beat down on us with all his heat, so that with our hard labor and the absence of any wind we found it a pretty hot place.
It was pretty risky traveling in some places, and we had to help the donkeys to keep them from rolling down the hill, pack and all.