on our way to the swell a few weeks ago, we saw a golden eagle (amongst more common birds) alongside the road. it was a close sighting--definitely the closest we've ever seen one in the wild. then a little further down the road, we saw a dead golden eagle on the side of the road. we pulled over, turned around, and headed back to take a look at it.
we made it to the swell and started our hiking and exploring. it was a nice day--coolish and warmish. sometimes you needed a jacket and hat, and sometimes you didn't.
there were some beautiful golden-leaved trees--not many, but every time you saw one it was a wonderful image. maybe they are cottonwoods?
a few years ago for our anniversary, b and i went down to the swell. b found the rock in s's hands to the left and thought it might be a metate (an old native american grinding stone). b wasn't sure if it was or wasn't, but it's something he's thought a lot about since then. about a year ago, we went to antelope island state park's museum, and b saw a metate that looked a like this one from the swell (or so he thought). so he had been itching to come back to see it again and compare it to the one he saw at the museum. when we got to the right spot at the swell, b found it immediately, but it didn't look as metate-like as he had remembered. so, his thought now is that it probably isn't a metate. but it was fun to go back and find it.
a view of the hole at the top of the big cavern in this area of the swell. we had tried to make it to this hole for awhile, and then finally got there. it's funny, because b and i came to this exact spot when we were here a few years ago, and i did not remember it being so steep around the opening. i have to admit, it freaked me out some.
s did a good job drinking her water on this trip. she drank more than i think she's ever drunk on an outing.
we went to another side canyon that we had never explored before. it got too brambly and narrow--and it was getting late--so we turned around. but we left time for us to look for rocks. one of our favorite things to do in the swell.
although we were still looking for rocks. by the time i got right next to the car, my hands were so cold that i couldn't unzip and unbutton my pants to pee. finally i managed, but it hurt. cold fingers really don't work well.