Canyon de Chelly
|Descent to Canyon de Chelly|
When we reached the bottom, there was still more than a mile to go, with each footstep sinking in to the sandy roadways up to our ankles. It was hard going and tiring, but the canyon walls surrounding us were tremendously imposing with unparalleled beauty. It took us the better part of the day to descend and then walk to our campsite. Our gear had been driven in, but before dinner we had to pitch our tents. The site was in a narrow
|The road at the bottom|
We hiked out from our base camp daily with Maria's relatives of the Dine tribe, commonly referred to as the Navajo. We could hardly keep up with our guide who was much older but in remarkable shape. She'd grown up in the canyon, taking the trip up and down to go to school. She had footing like a mountain goat!
While we were there, we learned the history of the people of the canyon, the good, the bad and the very ugly. We were shown precious rock art, ruins of previous inhabitations, canyon walls sporting natural features that morphed into depictions of animals and birds, and listened to haunting native flute songs around the campfire.
|Rock Art in the Canyon|
|White House Ruins|
|Kaliani on hike up one of the washes|
|Goddess in the Rock|
Maria is leading a group to the Canyon in November, and the deadline to register is 10/25/12. Here is the link for more information: Close to Love Pilgrimage Nov. 25-29, 2012. It's a different trip--no camping involved this time, but the opportunity for self-discovery and transformation will be just as strong. I recommend it.
YouTube video located here.