We took a four-hour boat ride on the Colorado river near Moab, Utah. The river was so quiet and peaceful; we came across no more than a handful of kayaks during the entire ride. The guide even shut off the engine and let the boat float down the river for brief periods of time so we could enjoy the quiet and the occasional chirping of birds. Only occasional, I think, because the river carries so much silt and is so warm that there is hardly any fish in it.

We saw dinosaur tracks, petrified trees, and Indian petroglyphs, not to mention the geologic story written in the rock formations. The river is writing the story still.

This shot, taken early evening on our way back, shows how its name came about.