If you squint your eyes and imagine really hard, you’ll see the pictographs in this photo, from a wall in Grotto Canyon. They’re not behind bars and mesh, so are all nice and polished from thousands of greasy fingers.
If you squint your eyes and imagine really hard, you’ll see the pictographs in this photo, from a wall in Grotto Canyon. They’re not behind bars and mesh, so are all nice and polished from thousands of greasy fingers.
Despite the miserable looking forecast for this weekend, the weather actually turned out ok (apart from the snow on Saturday night/Sunday morning, which cannot possibly count as ok). So when we decided to go for a ride out to Grotto Canyon followed by a hike up it as far as we could be bothered going, my backpack ended up being full of a nice ballast of warm and waterproof layers while we stripped down to t-shirts.
And we ended up getting to the waterfall tucked in the back of Grotto Mountain, many kilometres up the Grotto Canyon drainage – up where it opens up wide. Hiking along a canyon can be difficult. There were no people, no wind, no noise – just silence and stillness. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I had to keep fighting the primal urge to go and gain the high ground..