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The Sink Canyon

We camped at the saw mills camping in Sink Canyon... it was a nice spot next the roaring river but other than that quiet.  There were towering rocks either side so it felt quite cosy. I expected to be cold that night as we were quite high up at least 65000 feet but in fact it was a warm night and I slept well.
the sink hole
Sink Canyon State Park has the Pop Agia River running through it and at one point it completely disappears into a huge cavern to reappear several yards down the pass in a calm pool full of fish.

the river reappears...

The next day The boys did a huge walk up to Coney Mountain a peak at over 11,000 feet - it took them 8.5 hours and they did well but were knackered.  I sat at Lake Frye (about 8,000 feet elevation)  watching cowboys’ coral cattle wearing full gear, I was a bit disappointed they used dogs and whistles and they were no lassos.  


 I read my book and painted and had a little more manageable wander around the lake and surrounding meadows.  There were lovely alpine flowers and some amazing dragon flies.   
view from the top of Coney Mountain

I was getting a little anxious about where Dr Fred and his pal were as they has estimated 5 hours for the walk but they finally returned looking considerably worse for wear!!! Back at camp, there was definite need for Grey Goose and nice tea so we ate and drank and partied as we watched three climbers climbing up the huge rack face opposite us. At this point the best the boys could manage was climbing the bison on the play ground

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