Coming across John Wesley Powell

The River Buddha speaks. Photo by David Lansing.

The next morning, the peeps join a few members of the crew for a hike into Cross and Y Canyons where we find a number of clam and snail fossils along with a trilobite—remnants of an ancient sea.

While everyone else is getting skinned up sliding up and down the limestone cliffs, the River Buddha sits alone, cross-legged, on a rock jutting out over the water. I watch him for awhile and then make my way down the path to join him.

“They were here,” he says.

“Who?”

“John Wesley Powell…Mr. Dellenbaugh…all of them.”

“How do you know?”

“Listen,” he says. He closes his eyes and faces his palms towards the sky. The canyon is eerily silent. Cocking his head towards the river, the River Buddha says, “Silence is what makes the river speak.”

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3 comments

  1. Fred Harwood’s avatar

    How are you managing to post from down in the canyon?

  2. sonia’s avatar

    I was going to ask that question also..lol …How ? And that picture is magnificent of “The River Buddha”..I love rivers, grew up on the delaware river….always moving, changing, beautiful and deadly….

    Smiles

  3. david’s avatar

    As you can imagine, it’s extremely difficult posting from down in the canyon. God knows how many carrier pigeons have died on my behalf…

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