I took my standard survival pack with extra water.
You cannot see a slot canyon until you are right on top of it. I began to doubt if it was even out there. I thought to myself, I saw it from the air so it must be out here somewhere. Finally all doubts were erased as I found myself on the rim of a magnificent site. Now to find a way down into the magical place.
Two tries dead ended in drop-offs. Finally I came to an orange sand fall, going down at a seemingly impossible angle, but when I followed it down the deep sand held me secure. The decent was incredibly fun.
The walls soared up around me and narrowed down to shoulder width in places. In one area the walls were only one inch apart at the canyon floor but as the wall came apart in a V shape, I was able to walk on the V without touching the canyon floor. In some places I had to remove my pack to squeeze through.
I came to dead ends, drop-offs, and spooky boulder chokes and had to climb out at one point and enter through another feeder canyon. Time did not exist. After two or three miles of navigating, climbing and descending the canyon, it was time to climb back out and make the three miles of sandy desert wasteland back to Page.
Birds, lizards, snakes, rabbits and coyote’s tracks were everywhere. I felt as if I was floating.
