Strange shadows and reflections. Only the two of us were there.

Mostly we hiked the canyon floor, but toward the end we got tired of the bushes and scrambled up higher for a view.

Can't come back from a hike without at least one rock picture.

The creek had a healthy beaver population. We saw damn after damn but only one freshly cut tree.

A particularly skilled beaver created a real reservoir here, drowning a few tress in the process.

We saw lots of evidence that some creature had been gorging himself on crawfish, but only managed find this one ourselves.