Dan Flores

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Gunfighters · Ep. 39: The River That Flowed From Nowhere, Part II | The American West · 28 Jul 2026 podcast

The chasm of the Thule, which is called by those familiar with the country a canyon, continued for another ten miles beyond the point where we left the pack mules.

The reading with our instruments was taken far up it in a grassy basin surrounded by astonishing freestanding columns of red sandstone rock, but short of its ultimate source.

Here was the first place in more than 15 miles that the canyon could be crossed by horse, and through it a large and well-traveled Indian road was found.

Remarkable as this place was, however, it paled in comparison to a point past the day before.

This place, which we called the Defile, for stirring the mind of thoughts of awe, exceeded any view we had during the entire journey."

In this defile, the opposing red-brown sandstone walls, filled with pebbles and shells, closed to less than 60 feet apart one from the other, and rose sheer and vertical to giddy heights.

Strange lyrical birdsong and the roar of a spring that gushed from a rock amphitheater filled the canyon with sound.

Owing to some superstition, Tadasuk was struck by a sudden desire to escape the spot, and finding some footholds carved into the north face, he attempted an ascent which I accompanied with the barometer.

A two-hour climb brought us to the crest of one of the surrounding peaks.

Yet imagine my astonishment when we found ourselves not atop a mountain as I had supposed.

While the defile we had traveled was visible to the east,

Westward, we stepped onto the margins of an open prairie, so flat, extensive, and glaring in the sun that, coupled with the stupendous rent in the earth from which we had escaped, produced in me several moments of utter disorientation.

"'El llano staccato,' Tadasuk said to me simply.

A plain, so flat, it appeared staked at the edges like a hide.'

The barometer showed an elevation of 3,400 feet above the sea and a difference of 800 feet from the floor of the defile.

On returning from this journey on October the 7th, we found our main camp well supplied with meat from the fortuitous appearance of buffalo, which had been almost absent since we had left the Pawnee villages, but now presented mixed herds of cows and bulls in the throes of the rut.

Swirling dust tornadoes obscured tremendous battles between bulls for the favors of the cows.

The grunting and roaring of their violent jousts joining the mournful all-night serenades of the wolves to fashion a very symphony of the primeval.

Provisioned now by these distracted herds, on the 8th we once again turned our horses up the main or Jefferson Fort and began to follow its wide sandy bed in a north-northwest direction.

As the river wound deeper into the surrounding mountains, which now gathered a mile distant from the river on both sides of our passage, the strangeness grew daily.

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