kens tours antelope lower scared of heights

At points the floor was barely a foot wide while the walls towered over us, ballooning out just enough so that there was never a feeling of claustrophobia. The sunlight danced against the walls of the canyon revealing rippling waves in infinite shades of reds, oranges and purples. Stepping down into the canyon was like walking right into those pictures on pinterest. Needless to say that staircase was like an extreme rollercoaster ride, while Calais kept assuring me that she “wasn’t even a little bit scared!” I am slightly (okay, REALLY) afraid of heights and any time I see my girls close to something high my stomach flip-flops like I am riding a six-flags rollercoaster. Kacela started strapped to Randy’s back in the hiking pack while I had a death grip on Calais’ wrist as we descended a set of secure but rather treacherous stairs into the canyon.

Our guide was a young, friendly, easygoing guy who was happy to proceed at a pace that our 2 & 4 year old could keep up with. Our group was small, the 7 of us and another 6 guests. It was just about 1pm as we pulled up and luckily we were just able to sneak in on the 1pm tour. Just North of Hwy 89 we turned into the parking lot for Ken’s Tours (it’s necessary to take a guided tour in order to visit either of the canyons). We elected to check out Lower Antelope Canyon as it seemed to be the less busy of the two. They are both on Navajo land, however owned by two different tribes. Antelope Canyon is about 2.5 miles East of town along Hwy 89, and is divided into Upper Antelope Canyon and Lower Antelope Canyon. In the summer I am sure it’s a hoppin’ place however in February it was a sleepy little town. Page, AZ is a cute town just off the shores of Lake Powell. We passed into Arizona, then back into Utah and finally Arizona again, stopping for a photo by my favourite sign, in Fredonia, along the way. It was strangely beautiful and I could almost picture the ghosts of ancient Navajo hunting antelope amongst the sage brush.

There was not much to the drive other than a stark blue sky and rolling tumbleweeds. We packed ourselves up for a relatively early start and hit the road. I was in luck! The seed was planted and plans were made. It turns out Antelope Canyon is by Page Arizona, only about 3 hours from where we were visiting my dad in St. It recently popped up again on my pinterest feed and I did a bit of investigating. I’ve seen plenty of pictures of Antelope Canyon on pinterest and always thought “I’d like to go there” without really paying attention to where it was.

Kens tours antelope lower scared of heights