Across the water Wahweap Marina near Page.  Upstream of Grand Canyon National Park the Glen Canyon Dam (behind the viewer) holds back a second large reservoir: Lake Powell. — The other, better known reservoir is Lake Mead behind Boulder Dam below the Park. Lake Powell has two arms, the San Juan River and the Colorado, which stretches over 100 miles (160 km) northeast to Hite, an intimidatingly large expanse of blue water between between fantastic red rock formations. In some places it is 20 km wide, in others one can barely squeeze a boat between the rock walls. The way to see the wonders of this sunken landscape is in a small boat with an out-board engine.... One can also take a tour on a larger motorboat, but it cannot enter the various narrow side canyons.

In 1981 Barbara had ordered a boat for 2 days. You see her here together with Carola at the stern. The boat came with an engine of 75-Hp which propelled us at great speed with the deafening roar of 75 lions.... Barbara was almost ready to return it, because of the noise it made, until we realized that without its power we would simply be lost in this world, which was as super-human as the machine. Nobody lives on the shores of this lake. Of course, the boys all wanted to steer the monster, and I sweated at the thought that one of them would capsize the thing at high speed....

Glen Canyon narrowing after its large expanse at Wahweap Marina.

 Red rock formations in passing.

Navajo Mountain, inaccessible but by a treacherous horse treck of three days from Rainbow Bridge, it is sacred to the Navajo Indians. August is the month of thunder storms and billowing clouds. Every day one ore more drifted across the red hills, mesas, and buttes. You don't get wet very often, they always seem to be in the distance, but when one catches you, it rains in buckets....

 Floating through a giant's cave. There are no Indian ruins in Glen Canyon.

Red rocks, dark water, and clouds in a blue sky. 

 A window in a rock wall. — Like in Tibet it becomes natural to see super-natural meanings in every formation.....

 At the navigable end of a side canyon everyone but I went for a swim — I don't like unknown waters.

Barbara meditating at the entry to a cave near our camp site (wild) in the triangular flats at the confluence of the San Juan and the Colorado rivers. (click on the picture, she will get slightly larger!)  

 Late afternoon near our camp site in a mysterious rock-scape where the Spirits of the departed Indians could be "seen" everywhere.

 Sunset over our camp site.

Reflection of the evening sky. 

 At noon on the following day a threatening thunderstorm did converge on us. Afraid of being caught on the open water on the way to Wahweap Marina we began to race the clouds.  

Lone Rock near Wahweap.

 The light became very eery, but we made it ashore and ran for our tents a few seconds before the rain came down...