A halt of a day was made for observation purposes.

The air was full of kingfishers darting about and we immediately called the creek by their name.
I was sent with Steward on a geological expedition out over the right or western cliffs.

We consumed two hours in getting out, having to climb up about 1000 feet over a difficult way.

After a good deal of going up and down across rough ridges, we finally worked our way around to the head of Flaming Gorge.

Here we reckoned up and found that eight steep ridges intervened between us and camp by the way we had come, and we concluded that we could get back easier through Flaming Gorge and thence by climbing over the tongue or base of the horseshoe which was lower than the end.