WTF, Page, AZ?

Today we toured a “secret” portion of Antelope Canyon and accessed a private viewing spot of Horseshoe Bend.

It cost a pretty penny but it was worth it not having to deal with, you know, people. There were seven people in our group and I could see hundreds over yonder at the public Horseshoe Bend spot.

Plus our tour came with a guide who played a Navajo flute in the canyon so we could appreciate the gorgeous acoustics.

AND we got to ride in a nifty open air jeep to get there. So much fun.

AND the company is Native owned because fuck the U.S. government and its genocidal campaign against the indigenous people of North America.

5/5 would tour again.

Antelope Canyon was stunning and the kids were gobsmacked once again. I fricking love seeing their reactions. Their world is being utterly rocked and I LOVE IT.

Horseshoe Bend is enormous, which of course it is, but still hard to really comprehend until you’re standing above it. As we were there, a thunderstorm was approaching. See pic #6 for what that did to me.

HOWEVER. The whole thing took place in Page, AZ, which is in a “time zone island” as the woman in the tour company’s office called it. We needed to be there at 11 am. Page is an hour behind where we are staying (in Kanab, UT) which is also a little over an hour away. Do you know how much this fucked with my lady brain? The pretzels I was twisting in to make sure we arrived when we were supposed to? Ermagerd. It caused me physical pain.

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