We left camp after a few short stints of mist flurried through the sky. A solid breeze out of the north caused us to deal with a headwind most of the day.
The campsite this morning is possibly my favorite yet. A big sand bar tucked just off the base of a large mountain ridge. This particular ridge jets out of the river in massive triangular heaves of purple and red rock. The natural formations of stone remind me of my time in Boulder, Colorado, as they’re strikingly similar to the unmistakable Flat Irons that cradle the town of Boulder.
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