This picture was on the crossing on the way back but it was still a little scary as we could not see the bottom or the larger rocks. As you can see we had quite a distance to go up the river before we could climb out again. I tried to get Jackie to stay on one side and take pictures and I would come back for her. That was not about to happen so you only get this shot.
It was a sunny day with lots of clouds and rain in the far distance. The road was a narrow dirt and then rocky but when we started to climb the Bentonite Hills it turned into a spectacle of color. Here are a few shots taken as we crossed over the hill. The pictures do not give it justice.
On the way back we found a watering area for the cattle and this old truck buried in the sand.
Oops, looks like I got our truck in the picture. Can you see it?
To be continued...