Packed up our campsite and headed up Paria river, taking a short detour back up Buckskin in order to take some more pictures unencumbered by packs and fatigue. It was worth it, as the morning light seems to favor Buckskin Gulch, and when we'd come out this end last time, it was early evening.

Lower Buckskin Gulch.

Cool undercut feature.

Matt and Anthony blur past big faces in the rocks.

Matt rests after a bouldering challenge.

We headed back to the Paria and started to make our way out of the canyon, taking a quick break at Slide Arch for an early lunch.

Slide Arch (Or is it a bridge? What's the difference?).

A glance backward at the magical glow of sunlight on the Paria inspired this photo - the last photo in the last roll, so there are no more pictures of the hike up the river. Mostly it was dreamy, warm, and golden, interrupted at times by rougher crossings where one of us would stumble for footing on the rocks underwater. The river rushed past us in the opposite direction and the canyon walls shrank to nothing as we hiked the 7 miles back to the Whitehouse trailhead where our car awaited us (with gallons of clean, fresh water inside). Greeting us was a grove of various wildflowers, so we got more film out of the car...

Globemallow.

Tansyleaf Aster?

A bouquet.

More flowers..

We cleaned ourselves up and headed to Page, AZ to spend the evening.