After seeing Horseshoe Bend in the morning, I toured the lower Antelope Canyon with Dixie Ellis around 1pm.
The tour guide was really nice and talkative, and the others in my group of ten were friendly too. This was also crowded, but bearably so. They make sure the groups are spaced reasonably apart so as not to overcrowd the very narrow slot canyon.
You can’t tell that the canyon is there just looking at Antelope Wash from above. If this wasn’t a well-known tourist trap, one could simply slip and fall down into that narrow chasm and never escape (that’s why they built stairs down there).
You simply climb down the stairs from the clay-colored smooth stone above, and you enter into an entirely different environment. All you can see is the sandstone walls, smooth and striated in varying shades. All you can see is the strip of wavy blue sky, corralled and cordoned by the canyon’s tight grip.
The formations that the tour guide pointed out were haunting and awe-inspiring. Especially the “Indian Chief” formation, mouth agape in a howl. The place was a beautifully and pervectly carved desert enigma. I would tour the upper Antelope Canyon as well, but maybe another time when I can fit it into my schedule.
Watch your head as you wind through the canyon, and for the love of god, don’t wear flip flops or a dress. For all of our sakes.