Bright Angel Trail below Indian Garden… guaranteed to slow a slow pace.
Rock biosphere on the Bright Angel Trail… Garden Creek winds it way through it heading for the Colorado far below.
Garden Creek Falls on the Bright Angel Trail below Indian Garden
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.
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.
“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.