"our lack of fuel to avoid riding. Wednesday, August 8, 1962 Rode up Swede Creek 4 miles or so to head on Hopiti Bridge to hunt for frzels. Another rained. Returning below a cliff we were almost totaled by a large rock falling from the rim. A large gust of wind hit the rim in a place which had slid in the spring. It began to crumble then stopped and we thought we would be able to get across. Of course just as we reached the middle of the slide and a large chunk let go and began to fall at us. (Don, Bonnel, John & me) she scampered to one side and ducked beneath some boulders but the big one broke into small ones after hitting a large one. So we