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| The first part of our hike up the hill |
Today was comprised of one big event, the “Seven Mile Death March” DUN DUN DUN!!! That was the name in the guide book for the hike we endeavored upon. We started at the point of entrance of a beautiful swift creek into the Colorado River. From there we scampered seemingly straight up the hill then walked along the ridge until we again reached the creek, and then we would repeat the same cycle, again and again. Each portion showed us something new, diverse, and beautiful. While climbing up the last part, I looked up and witnessed one of the most beautiful waterfalls that I have ever laid eyes upon. All the water for the creek we had been following was flowing right out of the side of the cliff, and cascading down through a jungle of green, which existed due to it.
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| The most gorgeous waterfall I have ever seen |
After resting briefly, and eating, next to the majestic waterfall our group divided; some returned to the rafts, while others continued on the “Death March” across the plateau still above us. Our total ascent was somewhere around 1,800 feet from the river. When we finally reached the edge the plateau spread out vastly before us, betraying the sheer size of the canyon. The sun beat down brutally upon this desolate land creating a temperature of 108 degrees. Water was more valuable than gold.
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| Feel so small, see if you can find the people in this picture |
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| Liquid gold |
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| Slot canyon |
We descended after a few miles down the other side; the path took us past yet another waterfall out of the cliff, though this one was on a much smaller scale. At this point we stopped again and Miles decided to check out why the bottom of his right food was burning. Apparently the combination of moist socks and hiking had not boded well for his feet. On all the toes and part of the ball of his foot the skin had been worn off in spots down a very frail layer. With no choice but to put some salve and some bandages on it, we all continued the rest of the hike to the river. The very end took us walking along another amazing slot canyon, no more than ten feet across at the top and reaching depths of near forty feet down. At the end the water shot out of the rock froming a waterfall still some sixty feet high near the river.
-SM-
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Today was comprised of one big event, the “Seven Mile Death March” DUN DUN DUN!!! That was the name in the guide book for the hike we endeavored upon. We started at the point of entrance of a beautiful swift creek into the Colorado River. From there we scampered seemingly straight up the hill then walked along the ridge until we again reached the creek, and then we would repeat the same cycle, again and again. Each portion showed us something new, diverse, and beautiful. While climbing up the last part, I looked up and witnessed one of the most beautiful waterfalls that I have ever laid eyes upon. All the water for the creek we had been following was flowing right out of the side of the cliff, and cascading down through a jungle of green, which existed due to it. 
After resting briefly, and eating, next to the majestic waterfall our group divided; some returned to the rafts, while others continued on the “Death March” across the plateau still above us. Our total ascent was somewhere around 1,800 feet from the river. When we finally reached the edge the plateau spread out vastly before us, betraying the sheer size of the canyon. The sun beat down brutally upon this desolate land creating a temperature of 108 degrees. Water was more valuable than gold. 
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