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<br /> <br />us back to camp. Just after dawn, after a breakfast of waffles and <br />ham, we launched the canoes in the morning quiet, running <br />down through a series of short, sharp little rapids before the <br />river turned back to the north. At an ancient petroglyph further <br />along, we stopped to reconnoiter. After climbing the steep, treach- <br />erous cliff of the petroglyph to study the terrain, I decipher the <br />probable meaning of the symbols. It says, "Don't try to climb <br />this cliff." At about two o'clock in the afternoon, we leave the <br />river, within a mile of where Dellenbaugh camped on the first <br />night of his trip one hundred and nineteen years ago. <br /> <br /> <br />Goblin City. Photo courtesy Mark H. Fuller. <br /> <br />Here is a poem we spoke, in the proper heroic style, on the <br />bluff, overlooking... <br /> <br />Goblin City <br /> <br />A million years the river flowed, on its way to meet the Green. <br />A million winters brittle cold, a million falls and springs, <br />A million times the winds and rains, the sun devoid of pity <br />Scarred and carved and chiseled rock while forming Goblin City. <br /> <br />In '61 Jim Bridger came, a guide for General Hughes. <br />They built a trail 'cross the badlands (said the Rocky Mountain News). <br />The General, riding out one day on a rest from duty, <br />a to see the <br /> <br /> <br />5 <br />