Even on my third trip through the slot canyon, I was still in awe of how beautiful it was. Once through to the other side, we hiked down to see the waterfall. From the top, you could hear the falls but you couldn't see it. On the way down we passed rafters hiking up to see the Deer Creek and the slot canyon.
We were on our way back through the slot canyon again when Michele and I looked down at the creek running at the bottom of the slot canyon and we were blinded by a light. The heavens opened up and angels started singing. Smiling up at us, glistening from the water, was what we thought Jesus would look like.
On our way back to the campsite Michele and Scott saw big horn sheep so John and I had to go scope them out. Mr Big Horn was on the horny side and Mrs. Big Horn was more interested in eating. We packed up and left for the spring, about half a mile (up hill) where we would pump one last time for water. Once we got to the spring we dropped our packs so I didn't have my camera to take pictures of the spring and the throne chairs.
|On the way up to the Spring|
|Scott participates in the sunset ritual at the canyon ( or is taking a picture)|