In the spirit of Halloween, and on Halloween, we chose to photograph a slot canyon named, “Spooky Canyon”. Throwing caution to the wind, we went for it. It is also one of the tightest slot canyons one can traverse. I am not heavy, and I could barely fit through some of the curves. Of course, being up close and personal with a curve is not a bad thing. Kas, who is much thinner than I, had more trouble with claustrophobia then the curves. We are quite a pair, one of us paralyzed in fear of heights, the other with tight spaces.
Just before our trek through Spooky Canyon, we tried our hands at the nearby “Peek-A-Boo Canyon”. We didn’t get very far. One of us wouldn’t even try to go in. No, not because of the tight curves. I wouldn’t even climb the initial ascent (sheer rock wall) to get in! After standing there for ten minutes, which seemed like 10 hours, trying to figure out a way up, I called it quits. A few moments after my utter failure, we chatted with other canyoneers who said there were even more difficult ascents within the slot after the initial one. Listen to your fears! I’m glad I listened to mine.
We entered Spooky and slithered our way through the tight walls (Kas, following tentatively behind me). After a bit, we found a small opening (maybe three feet at most) to set up base camp. I was nominated to go first – Kas wanted nothing to do with the rest of the canyon. I took my tripod and camera and set out to find cool looking shots. I found a spot that looked nice and luckily, the sun decided to show itself, giving reasonable photos.
I returned to report it was tight but passable. With a quivering lip, off she went into the depths of the canyon. Ten minutes went by and there was nothing. I called out and got nothing back, just my voice echoing through the canyon. Did she get stuck? Should I worry? Nah. I decided instead to start writing this blog. Another five minutes go by and someone appears from the direction Kas had departed 15 minutes earlier. “Did you see my wife,” I asked? “I didn’t pass anyone,” was his response. Hmmm, this place is named Spooky, maybe there is something to it. Even weirder is there is no way anyone can pass by (through?) her without seeing her. The walls are just too tight. Maybe she was eaten by a canyon monster.
Then, before another minute could pass, I saw an apparition.
A few seconds later she appeared in her normal state.
She arrived as if nothing happened. She never saw the guy who had to walk right through her. She says she was only gone a couple of moments. Hmmm, I know different. I quickly ushered us out of the canyon, feeling lucky we could go on another adventure.
Remember, it’s all about the light, even spooky light.
Well, that was weird!
Amazing things happen in small, remote canyons, especially around Halloween.
Wow those photos sure are a prize! I’m with Kas…I would be paralyzed by the tight spaces. But I do love the photos and the story.
Glad you enjoyed the story and the photos. If Jeff hadn’t been there and gone ahead of me, I’m not sure I could have done it. It was so narrow I scraped on both sides of the rock walls.