We were finishing lunch in a little alcove out of the wind when VSO said, "I noticed a few lithics on that last bench, we should find a place to stop and look for artifacts." Not ten seconds later she said, "Hey, look at this piece of corrugated." We were, in fact, lunching in a mini-midden, a small pile of pre-historic kitchen tools. Within a few minutes we had noticed four or five pieces of black and white that belonged to a single jar that the girls were able to partially reconstruct (above).
We got going again and scrambled up through a few more sections of West Lime Canyon, including a number of deep pools and chattering cascades (above). VSO was running out of energy, but EDO wanted to climb to the rim. I went back and forth between them until I had VSO turned around and headed down. Then I went back to EDO and she said, "I think I found an elk." Good Lord. The grand-daddy elk of southern Utah (below). This thing was a Boone and Crockett-style eight feet across. It was more like goat country, but I guess elk can go anywhere.
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