Not only was the slot canyon spookily magical, but it offered some fabulous photo-ops.
There came a point where it narrowed down to a squeeze. Now the fun begins!
I often wish I were taller than I am. This was not one of those times.
The slot canyon narrowed down to a hole, blocked by a huge boulder. You had to crawl under the boulder to get through. It was tight. I was regretting the extra biscuits, but I made it.
Come on, Daddy! You can do it! I just did it!
Of course, Liam did it in seconds. Little snot. Then he climbed the wall just for fun.
Bill of the Birds examines his options. He don't much like that crawl-under thing.
Nick suggests climbing the wall a ways back and coming along the ledge instead. So Bill handed us his camera and binocs and went for it.
This was not an option I was wild about. The ledge kind of melted away in a Dali-esque drip as it neared the passage. Bill soon reaches a point where he can go neither up nor down, forward nor back. Oh, drat. You guys go on. I'll just stay and feed the burying beetles.
Back to Plan A. In order to squeeze through beneath the boulder, Bill has to wriggle on his back, like a sea otter. I went through on my hands and knees.
He's going to make it.
I think we should do this slot canyon hike every year. It will keep us honest when the Christmas cookies come around.
This post is dedicated to all the Little People out there. Sometimes we rule.