ANTELOPE SLOT CANYONS
Kailey Through The Canyon Part III
I lay awake for minutes, what seemed like hours, reflecting on my family’s experiences from the day before. All I could think of was how much more of Mount Zion National Park I wanted to see in the future, but for now we had the memories from our trip to cherish forever. As my alarm rang, I snapped back to reality and lumbered out of bed to get the day started.
Our destination for the day would be the Lower Antelope Canyons, in Page Arizona. For a Tennessee girl I was shocked with the ‘warm’ 109 degree fahrenheit welcome we received when we hopped out of the Forerunner we rented, into the Arizona desert. We immediately teamed up with our tour guide and set out to roam the ancient Slot Canyons. We fought the driest heat I had ever experienced in my life coupled with one heck of a hike and yet, our minds were sidetracked by the history lesson we were given from our guide. The Navajo Indians have had an unbreakable bond with these Slot Canyons for generations. After we all managed to shuffle our way down a very old, tiny, steep ladder to the bottom of the canyons a view caught our eyes that left us in confoundment. The canyons seemed to lurk over us while sunlight highlighted various curves and peaks of the canyon and shined with colors of reds, pinks, purples, and oranges...all more beautiful than Crayola could ever design. My senses are heightened, and I notice birds soaring high above the canyons, as if they were the canyons’ protectors. In some areas the canyons were so narrow and close together it felt as if a snake had slithered through the canyon, leaving behind an untouched trail for us to travel on. Staring at the canyons I see designs in the rock – shapes, pictures and stories. I scan the fine sandstone I lay awake for minutes, what seemed like hours, reflecting on my family’s experiences from the day before. All I could think of was how much more of Mount Zion National Park I wanted to see in the future, but for now we had the memories from our trip to cherish forever. As my alarm rang, I snapped back to reality and lumbered out of bed to get the day started.
observing the various paw prints imprinted in rock. No telling what all types of life has travelled throughout these slot canyons. As our hike continued, a breeze started to blow and the blistering heat began to succumb to the cool, gentle wind blowing across our faces. Suddenly, I’m flooded with memories of growing up in the south, riding around curvy back roads with windows down on hot summer days. Funny how being out in the wild, in two completely different environments, can suddenly feel the exact same. I take a moment for myself to drift in thought while audible conversation happened around me; I felt small in such a positive way. The landscape could make anyone realize their size but what I felt came from my heart. The paw prints next to the trail belonged to some resident of this gorgeous terrain and before those marks were left a generation prior had made prints just like those. This generational concept reassured me that I am merely a visitor in this canyon, but the most reassuring thought is that my descendants will have this place to revisit time and time again. As we drove away from the park, I thank the canyons for capturing my attention and am reminded of the power exploration and adventure can offer.
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