It's three miles but flat, flat, and more flat.
Steve acted as tour guide for the hike. He picked up one the self guided tour pamphlets and read the provided passages at the appropriate times.
Ha, ha! How gay!
Actually it was pretty fucking interesting.
You could see ancient pictographs and graineries from the trail.
The Fremont people made these little rooms high up in the canyons to store seeds.
And I mean way the fuck up in the canyon.
Picture this shit 1000 feet from the canyon floor with no obvious way to get to it.
WTF?!
We were industrious this time and carried a cooler with beer and wine. Had the falls to ourselves for the most part.
Again, water was freaking cold. So not much swimming as dipping.
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