In the narrow lake area further south, lower water level left us with a bathtub ring on the cliffs high above our heads.   Up on this end, the valley that is now Lake Mead gets broad and the river cuts are much shallower so at the lower water level the pool is surrounded by miles of flat shore land streaked with green and dotted with marshes where the Virgin and Muddy rivers flow in.  It Is amazing how far the water receded.  Overton Beach, the Overton Marina and the town are all miles from water now.  In the quiet shallows (35-50 ft instead 150 ft deep and more) a flock of 100s of western grebes float and chatter and dip their heads in a graceful courtship dance.  White pelicans patrol the river inlet. 

Fishing is slow, only 2 bass and I didn’t even get mine into the boat.  Only two burros today too but they made up for small numbers in volume of their braying!  We are off the lake by noon.  The wind builds to the strongest yet.  Not a problem from camp but we are glad to be off the lake.