John in the first narrows. The canyon then got deeper and wider.
The rocks shapes and colors were phenomenal. Holes within holes, tonsillar holes, textures.
More narrows and deeper.
Narrow, deep and full of gigantic rocks we had to climb around. Lunch in the cool shade above the gigantic boulders.
The view looking back from lunch. Not as much shade as we had hoped, until we are back in the narrows.
Narrows with some water in the bottom. We had heard that this canyon was a difficult one, with lots of hard drop offs. There were three dry waterfalls we had to climb. Not too bad, even I could climb them without a rope. No not as hard as we had heard.
A confusion of shapes and colors. There was so much to look at it was hard to just keep hiking.
Back near the first narrows. John is in both of these photos as a tiny figure, this was a deep canyon.
More lines, colors and wild shapes.
The Crack Canyon Trail head. John said he thought many of the designs on the canyon walls looked like figures, then I saw them everywhere. Some real pictographs in Temple wash on the way back.
Lots of flowers in the wider sections. Vetch, gilla, asters and prince’s plume., lines, shapes and rain clouds, something you don't want to see when you are in a slot canyon and an antelope back at camp.
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