The first 1.5 miles of the Buckskin Gulch trail was flat, dusty, and hotter than a pepper sprout. Grom's little paws couldn't take the heat, lucky for him Adam toted him into the slot canyons.
Once we reached the slot canyons they continued on for miles. It was shaded and cool beneath the red walls.
Adam and I have set out on many trails with the intension of seeing Native art and have never been able to find it. If it wasn't for a woman from Ohio who pointed it out to us on the trail, we would have missed this beautiful sight.