~Ramuell~
~Ramuell~The grass-covered flatland on either side of the river was home to many thousands of ground-nesting birds. Every third day, we halted our journey north to gather eggs and even snare a few of the fowl. Spicy herbs and seeds were also plentiful. I had enjoyed the frequent fish meals we’d eaten in Blue Rock Canyon but welcomed this change of cuisine.
On our tenth day above the confluence where we’d buried Losgee, the water flowed around a bend and directly into the valley’s western escarpment. This was the first time we were required to ford the river. There had been no more rain and the flow was just over knee-deep. Keeping our gear dry while crossing was not much of a problem. Since my footlocker was waterproof, Shiya and I just set it down and floated it from bank to b
