Before we relax, we need a hot towel to refresh ourselves.
No hitchhikers.
Only the shadow knows.
The Chocolate Drops over look the canyon we hiked into. The white strata at the top is the same level as the camp ground.
Veronica relaxes on a small shelf.
It's a-Mazing.
Chillin' at the camp.
Flamingos on the loose.
A room with a view.
Ride, or look at the scenery. Tough call.
Flamingos do not do maintenance, but Sue does.
Nice socks.
Tired of the view yet?
Now THAT is a coffee maker.
Brian communes with nature.
Not a very crowded neighborhood.
One last photo.
We were well stocked for all occasions. If we ran out of wine, there was always plenty of beer.
Sarah points out the culprit in the only on-the-trail flat of the ride. She managed to get to camp before fixing it
Notice the outfit. Camp was a little chilly the first night.
Doing their part to introduce non-native species, Sarah and Bill released these Pack Flamingos into the camp ground.
Veronica refused to get any closer to the edge for a more dramatic photo.
Nearly everyone was a member of the knitted hat club, except the one who made the hats.
Can you find all 6 riders in this photo?
It's a rock.
Are we there yet?
Sunset, moonrise.
The hike from the camp down to the canyon floor started out easily enough.
Then we got to the first steep part.
Sure, this is a trail. Isn't it?
Down we go. You go first.
Bill says, "Trail? What trail?", while Julia (the guide) struts her stuff.
We weren't the only romantics on the trip.
Charlie inches through a narrow cut.
Cool, weird and a complete mystery.
Why is there a tree coming from that guy's hand?
Ancient graffiti.
Scott tells Charlie, "I dunno either."
Relaxing before the fun trip UP the canyon wall
Surprisingly, this really was the easiest way up this section.
One more weird shot
Veronica says, "Why didn't I just ride my bike?"
Sue makes it look easy.
How far up are we? Somebody decided it was easier to camp at the bottom.
