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For 5 or 6 miles we followed down this open, [[strikethrough]]wash [[/strikethrough]] barren, glowing & flaming wash, with the heat reflected back at us & the intense light almost blinding us.
The few scattered mesquites & dried up cactuses could scarcely withstand the head & the extreme barrenness of the country strongly suggested the Painted Desert, or the bad lands or a desolate corner of Hell - The surface of its ground dries & cracks after a rain & is like a page of white paper for type sticking tracks. The last rain had  not been long past & as little stock ranges here the tracks were mainly of wild things. There were some fine big blacktail deer tracks but of [[double underline]] most [[/double underline]] interest were the  Bighorn tracks crossing the valley at two places opposite the ends of a big, bare ridge & going toward a flat topped butte to the south.
To our north & to the S.E.