Early attempt at television. At first, nobody could figure out where to put the box thingie so the picture would show up.
Wendy created this land-art symbol to mark our canyon egress route when we come back.
Ella is at it again with her abstract canyon creations. This creature emerged as a protective mechanism to foil her deep psychological distrust of canyon demons.
Waves of stone greet us at the first narrows.
Boundaries.
Shadow over recession.
The second narrows is barely 3 feet wide.
Huntress finally boxes out at a waterfall, preceded by a long, long cascade – just over Wendy's right shoulder.
Desert bonsai.
The narrows seem even narrower as the day winds down.
Ella proves herself worthy of more canyon off leash privileges.
The colours really look like this at the end of the day.
We thought we'd lost Russ! But then miraculously he emerged from a solid mass of red rock and tangled bushes. He has no memory of the experience.
It's hard to get tired of that wonderfully warm late afternoon light illuminating the rocks, and darkening the shadows.
A tree reaches for water.
Look Mom! This tree has legs!
Look up. Awaaaaay up.
Pushed into a corner.
The canyon herself has decided to try her hand at land art creations. She calls this one Homer with glasses and pith helmet.
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