Wednesday, September 16, broke with a chill but also with the promise of warmth when the sun rose over the rim of the river's cut. Off toward the mouth of the Judith with Basil and his kayak. An osprey in a cottonwood, geese overhead, ducks on the river and some antelope on the bank. A stretch of the legs at Judith Landing campground and the first encounters with vestiges of modern civilization - a highway, a bridge, a motor home, a satellite toilet. Ah, back on the river.
More miles melt quickly and easily.
Some standing waves where the river narrows whisked us along. Old abandoned ranches where hardy homesteaders eked out a living, but not a future, were visible on level shelves of land along the banks. Another early camp on the right bank. Democratic camp was it's name. Lots of cow pies and sand and sage here.