Despite cloudy skies, the rain held off the morning of our tour of Upper Antelope Canyon.
I can’t say that I particularly enjoyed the tour. I didn’t expect so many people to be there, and our tour guide was rather grumpy.
All of the tours in this area are run by Native Americans.
I’m coming to the conclusion that Native Americans are a taciturn bunch in general. I don’t know whether it is a cultural thing (similar to how Rhode Islanders feel about outsiders) or whether it is bitterness over how they have been treated historically by white people.
Either way, I get the distinct impression that they hold tourists in poorly contained contempt. In all fairness to them, though, whenever someone showed interest in their culture and history, they became much more friendly and open.
It was virtually impossible to get photos without other people in them during our tour.
Since we were hurried through the canyon like an assembly line, and our guide got annoyed when people held up the line to take photos, I gave up worrying about photos shortly after the tour started.
At first, our tour guide did not want to take photos for people. He said that he was technically not allowed to touch other people’s cameras. Eventually, he relented and began acting as group photographer.
Powell Museum and Archives
Since the weather forecast predicted rain, we headed to Powell Museum and Archives next.
The docent was a native of Page and clearly enjoyed sharing his knowledge with visitors. I enjoyed talking to him.
Horseshoe Bend…again!
Since it was a cloudy day, we decided to stop by Horseshoe Bend again and see if we could get better pictures than we had the day before.
I would love to take a boat ride through Horseshoe Bend before we head to the Grand Canyon, but I don’t know if it will happen.
Meanderings & Mind Munchies 