Navigating the winding walls where the light hits the orange rock just right.
Leaving the canyon is always the hardest part. The long haul back to Wahweap Marina was quiet, marked only by the smell of gasoline and the feeling of swaying even when standing on solid ground. We left with less ice, more stories, and a deep appreciation for the desert silence.
Neon swimsuits, oversized "Dad" hats, and Chacos with permanent tan lines.
The group lives on the water, moving between scenic spots like Navajo Canyon and Antelope Canyon.