In the end, we decide to find another resource experience with a different perspective of the dam. Someone suggests we contact the Navajo EPA and two people volunteer to work on setting it up. We break, pile into the bus again, and head to Navajo National Monument to camp. A group in the back of the bus sings, accompanied by guitar. I look out the window at a landscape similar to what I've read was once a magnificant canyon.
Tonight is free, unless something pressing comes up.
Later, I'll probably sit in the bus, glowing in yellow light, and talk with busmates about what lies ahead. The bus rolls past Navajo hogans, more red hills, and sagebrush.