We live at the mouth of Slate Canyon. On Memorial Day we ventured into its vertical depths for a family hike.
There were many a stream to ford. (Love how Rachel carries her water bottle.)
Travis was the trailblazer and grew tired of waiting for us to catch up.
Our goal was a meadow at "the top", but after a good two hours the middle-aged folks and Abby were worn out. Our shoes and socks were soaked clear through and Abby had one too many encounters with the rocks. The last quarter mile or so she got a ride from a VERY kind soul.
We left this group to forge ahead. The meadow ended up being only about 3/4 of a mile further, and it was covered with a foot of snow.
Abby's adventurous attitude returned as we descended the canyon where she searched for treasures amongst the mounds of slate.
A Perfect Day!