The landscape became pretty barren, and we were forced to negotiate some washes that hadnít been repaired after flooding. The deep ruts though muddy bottoms gave a clue that others had made it so we forged ahead. With a minimum of mud and rock scraping the bottom of the Jeep we were able to continue. We hoped there wasnít worse ahead but decided to take it as it came. Turning around is always an option.
Sharon spotted a couple of huge birds soaring above so we stopped for a look through the binoculars. They were very large birds with a wingspan of 4í or more. There were 3 of them but they didnít look like vultures. We idíed them as Golden Eagles. They finally soared out of sight, and we pressed onward toward Lake Powell. Soon we were driving along the edge of the mesa looking into deep red canyons. Perfect eagle country.