Garden Creek Biota on the Bright Angel Trail below Indian Garden… mid-afternoon and already getting dark. By then, I’d grown accustomed to seeing trees growing in rock.
Category: Indian Garden
My old friend negotiating with the footpath into Indian Garden. I could have left the shutter open for a couple seconds without blurring the image.
The Queen of Maybe
“Helper” and Carvina, her fawn (sleeping) in the campground at Indian Garden. This is where the story inside the story inside the story begins in the book. After panopticon umwelt with The Queen of Maybe and Carvina, darkness arrived which made this the last photo of our bizarre odyssey. For the full metal jacket, read THE CANYON CRAWL.