Them Hooligan Hooleys : Antelope Canyon

Dirk and I were down at Lake Powell a few weekends ago scouting out a trip for my girls to take in April. I begged him to take me to this place. It is just outside Page Arizona. This is the upper canyon of Antelope Canyon.

Dirk and I see a lot of slot canyons, but this one is quite unlike any other.

Was it worth the $60 we had to pay Navajo Nation and a tour guide?

That I am not quite so sure about--definitely just once in a life time.

Unless you forget your tri-pod and go at the wrong time of day so no shafts of light are coming down through the crack, and you are a hard core photographer. Only parts of that apply to me though.

These pics are SOOC. If you were wondering the perfect time to get the best shots...Summer, Miday. You need to make reservations months in advanced, pay extra money to take the photographers workshop, and pray you don't have a know it all tour guide who wants to steal your camera for all "the best shots." Talk about having no artistic freedom! I tried to distract the guy by asking all sorts of question so Dirk could just do his thing. The guide persisted.

He really did give a few cool ones though. This is maybe 1 of 3 that I like that he took. It is a bear! See it? A little to your left is his pot oozing out some honey.

Luckily Dirk and I were the only two in our group, so we didn't have a million other tourist in our pics like some people that day. Even more luckily, someone from our tour guide's previous group got left behind and he had to leave us unattended in the canyon to take him back.

So, not only did we get an extra half our or so in the canyon...

we got to run through it like naked Indians! False. It's kind of a sacred place--almost haunting. Also, too much of a chance I would run into another group and they would get more of a show then they paid for. Although, I do descend from Indians and it could be considered a historical reenactment.....