|Red and white waves "breaking" on the sandstone.|
|Trying to get to the front of the Wave. From base to crest it is roughly 5 meters.|
|Looking west from the wave to several more wavy patterned rocks.|
|Looking north from the Wave. The deep red outcrop is aptly named the Rock of Gibraltar|
The next stop along the way boasted several petroglyphs as well as French folks. An entire tour bus full o' French had disembarked on the trail ahead of us. I put on my best accent and "pardonez moi"ed as we slipped by them on the trail. At one point, I did hear a woman call another a salope, which is bitch, and then laughed to myself as that is one of my remaining vocab words from studying the language years ago. Ahem....back to the trail. Several examples of petroglyphs lined the canyons walls.
|Picture enlarged to show detail.|
|Not quite as full as newspaper rock outside Canyonlands, but still impressive for a lesser known park.|
|I swear the watering hole is below the foreground.|
Heading back on the trail I was able to use a little more French and converse with someone that is was in fact "très chaud" (very hot). The last canyon on this segment of the road was Fire Canyon. It was a fairly narrow canyon with no trail, but the overlook was great. You can see the older grey rocks of the thrust fault in the background.
|The color difference in from the upper part of the Aztec Sandstone (whiteish) to the lower part (reddish).|
The rest of the park was mostly driving around and looking at various outcrops shaped like things. There was a Grand Piano:
|It's about twice the size of a normal grand piano.|
There was an arch:
|Hello! I'm an arch!|