The World Famous Leaning Tree at the entrance to The Narrows.
In the time-honoured tradition of famous leaders everywhere, we send children into The Narrows first. That last kid has had too much exposure to the Brothers Grimm. He knows what's up.
View back to St George from within the narrows. Venture too deeply - it may be the last view you ever see ......
The World-Famous Narrows. Our intrepid avant-garde fearlessly plunges onwards and upwards.
It really is narrow. And vertical.
Uh-oh. Sound retreat!!
The Narrows clears. We were told by a skinny young man who survived the experience, the Narrows is narrrow enough to scrape yer nose wiggling through the narrowest bit. So, if yer belly sticks out further than yer nose, better not try. Waaay up at the top, you might be able to make out the kid straddling the slot at the top.
These slot canyons always seem to have enough rock spirits to haunt even the most fearless explorers.
The avant-garde, safely at the exit.
Having narrowly survived the Narrows - this little family retreats to the safety of the car park - and onwards to debrief the harrowing experience at the nearest Starbucks.
The entrance to the Narrows is deceptively calm.
Still a bit of anger in the Utah blue.
Of course, even here, The Rules and Regulations.
A splash of light hits the far cliffs as these folks contemplate what will be for dinner tonight. The kid rushes towards the adults yelling pizza!! pizza!!
Soon to be tumblebush.
There is a trail there. Really.
We find the Grendel's Nest. Them sticks hanging out of the cave are actually large tree branches. We don't even want to think about the streaks of poo.
No doubt - St. George is indeed sited by the Saints. Who can imagine a more beautiful and landscape diverse setting?
Last light contemplation on top of the world.
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