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Then the ceremony,

simple and to

the point,

the tinkling of the bell

which Dottie had given

me to shake right after

the ceremony.

Edna Fridley

Monday October 8 Wedding Day

Well, we've got Dottie and Harry married and lost Dock, at present chugging along below Hall's Crossing. Was up and dressed when at 7:25 A.M. Bishop Wells flew over camp.

Shortly after, heard Ken Sleight's motor. He arrived in a rubber raft and 10HP motor with not only Bill Wells but a newspaper and gal named Nina Robison (lives on ranch near Hanksville) and his police dog, Misty. Shortly, after clearing table, placing purple glass bottle, fruitcake and card among tamarisk upon it, Nina, Barbara and I started for the wedding alcove. This alcove is much reminiscent of Music Temple, but naturally more secluded since parties do not go in there. It is a truly lovely place in which to be married—or even to see. Harry had cut trail over sand bar so we didn't have to wade. Consequently, were able to dress in Wedding clothes—good thing—Bishop Wells had on a business suit! Much picture taking by everyone but Dottie and Harry.

Then the ceremony, simple and to the point, the tinkling of the bell which Dottie had given me to shake right after the ceremony. Dragged out my rice and everyone threw some on the bride and groom. Harry had taken some too, so he threw it at us! Guess he's really a screwball in addition to being a romantic old fool—and yet I feel somewhat guilty calling him that.

That alcove was such a lovely place with the pool and the ferns (and red poison ivy?) growing along a crack in the wall above it. These were my sentiments last night when we were hacking thru those ungodly willow thickets and wading in the icy water and much—but I daresay if it had been chosen for me as a place in which to marry I'd have approved, willow thickets and icy water notwithstanding.

Later

Am now writing this while sitting on a rock in Lake Canyon—with my feet in some more ice water, the difference being in the fact that I'm sitting in the sun at 3:00 in the afternoon. That sun makes a powerful lot of difference in one's reaction to cold water. After Ken took Bishop Wells and Nina back upriver to the plane, he returned for Dock. We had broken camp in the meantime.

Dock had offered to see to it that Woody's present to Dottie and Harry reached Kane Creek safely but was a vain hope on his part. Barbara's suggestion that it be kept until the publication of Dock's book about the river was taken up (eagerly) by Dottie and Harry, so off Dock went without any bourbon to wet his whistle. Ken's taking him to Page since he (Dock) has to be in Denver in 2 days. We came a few miles down river to Lake Canyon. All voted to spend an afternoon loafing, so here I am back at the rock with my feet in the water. Dottie's trying to find a place to swim—but now I see her sitting near the top of the waterfall with harry. Barbara and Bering are above me sunning on a rock. Tomorrow we're supposed to go to a moki ruin above the waterfall. Have only 1 roll of film left.

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	Then the ceremony, simple and to the point, the tinkling of the bell which Dottie had given me to shake right after the ceremony. Edna Fridley Monday October 8 Wedding Day Well, we've got Dottie and Harry married and lost Dock, at present chugging along below Hall's Crossing. Was up and dressed when at 7:25 A.M. Bishop Wells flew over camp. Shortly after, heard Ken Sleight's motor. He arrived in a rubber raft and 10HP motor with not only Bill Wells but a newspaper and gal named Nina Robison (lives on ranch near Hanksville) and his police dog, Misty. Shortly, after clearing table, placing purple glass bottle, fruitcake and card among tamarisk upon it, Nina, Barbara and I started for the wedding alcove. This alcove is much reminiscent of Music Temple, but naturally more secluded since parties do not go in there. It is a truly lovely place in which to be married—or even to see. Harry had cut trail over sand bar so we didn't have to wade. Consequently, were able to dress in Wedding clothes—good thing—Bishop Wells had on a business suit! Much picture taking by everyone but Dottie and Harry. Then the ceremony, simple and to the point, the tinkling of the bell which Dottie had given me to shake right after the ceremony. Dragged out my rice and everyone threw some on the bride and groom. Harry had taken some too, so he threw it at us! Guess he's really a screwball in addition to being a romantic old fool—and yet I feel somewhat guilty calling him that. That alcove was such a lovely place with the pool and the ferns (and red poison ivy?) growing along a crack in the wall above it. These were my sentiments last night when we were hacking thru those ungodly willow thickets and wading in the icy water and much—but I daresay if it had been chosen for me as a place in which to marry I'd have approved, willow thickets and icy water notwithstanding. Later Am now writing this while sitting on a rock in Lake Canyon—with my feet in some more ice water, the difference being in the fact that I'm sitting in the sun at 3:00 in the afternoon. That sun makes a powerful lot of difference in one's reaction to cold water. After Ken took Bishop Wells and Nina back upriver to the plane, he returned for Dock. We had broken camp in the meantime. Dock had offered to see to it that Woody's present to Dottie and Harry reached Kane Creek safely but was a vain hope on his part. Barbara's suggestion that it be kept until the publication of Dock's book about the river was taken up (eagerly) by Dottie and Harry, so off Dock went without any bourbon to wet his whistle. Ken's taking him to Page since he (Dock) has to be in Denver in 2 days. We came a few miles down river to Lake Canyon. All voted to spend an afternoon loafing, so here I am back at the rock with my feet in the water. Dottie's trying to find a place to swim—but now I see her sitting near the top of the waterfall with harry. Barbara and Bering are above me sunning on a rock. Tomorrow we're supposed to go to a moki ruin above the waterfall. Have only 1 roll of film left.

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