We arrived in Kayenta, dusty, gritty and smiling ear to ear after visiting Upper Antelope Canyon on Sunday afternoon. It’s got 5 stars in every guidebook, but we almost didn't go - the websites weren't letting us book, the hotel phoned for us but "all busy".
It was hot, we'd been up and out early that morning to Horseshoe Bend, marvelling at the height, the colours, the hugeness - and the total absence of any safety measure - guards, barriers or tape - loved it! We’d stopped off at the dam before sliding into a booth for pancakes, bacon and maple syrup at Denny's (among the Mother's Day celebrations) then done a supermarket top-up for our coolbox in Page, town of churches. Fine, we thought.
However, our road out passed right by the site. We turned in on the off-chance - and left for the canyon on a bumpy truck 5 minutes later with languorous Franky, our Navajo guide. WHAT a treat it was!!! In the hottest part of the day, we had the place to ourselves, and once in the canyon it was cool.
The colours were indescribable. Lucky turn off, that.