Here's the crew:
There's the view:This is dead horse point (above picture). Someone told us that way back in the day the indians and cowboys would run all the wild horses that ate their crops off this cliff. I believed it. Then I read the tourist signs and it said that they would herd the horses to the point of the cliff and then block the way back. The horses only had one way to go (over the edge), but I don't think many of them did. Instead they starved to death. Sad.
Of course I siezed the opportunity to pose for a sweet picture (that's Tyson and Chris peeking out).
Though it doesn't look like it, we're really high up. Spoo-ooky!
We're kind of a posey bunch. Just for the record, that is not an exotic bird flying behind my head, it's my hair. The wind decided to blow.
Check it out.
*Sigh* She's a looker (all of Southern Utah's red rocks). We camped at slick rock campground, or something like that I don't remember the name. We didn't get there till friday noonish and by the time we did, all the good camping places were taken. But we drove around for a while in search of a good spot and found some seriously bomb places that would be pimp to camp at ("pimp" as I'm sure you knew, means "sweet". My vocab seems to change the more I hang out with troubled youth).