As we parked and made out way to the entrance, Stetson stopped us at a sign marking the 1998 tragedy that happened in this canyon.
Thirteen people drowned in the canyon during a flash flood due to their guides negligence and inexperience. It is a heartbreaking story, but one that lead to better safety measures and awareness about the power of Mother Nature.
This is on the forefront of my mind as I look up to the darkening sky, and the very narrow canyon opening we are descending into….
No more than a couple feet are between the canyon walls as we descend down ladders into the belly of Lower Antelope.
I marvel at how different this place is from what was seen in the morning. More climbing, steep descents, twists and turns everywhere. A labyrinth that one can fall in love with.
We spend more time in here than any other canyon, and I could have spent more. As we reach the ladders at the end and start to ascend, I rub the sides of my face…..
as my cheeks are sore from the constant smile.