The Canyon continues some eight miles farther, but its exploration is
only for the adventurous few. There is no trail but the winding river
which reaches from wall to wall; sudden rainstorms send between the
scarred and splintered cliffs a resistless torrent of water. With a
competent guide those in search of unusual thrills may ride horseback
several miles into the deep sunless cleft where great pendants of rock
overhang and shut out the sky; where the churning stream in flood has
left intricate cameos and arabesques upon the sandstone; where little
waterfalls leap from green ledges; where one may almost touch both
sombre walls with outstretched hands; where the stars may be seen by
day. Many a time the canyon seems to end with prison-like finality and
the sky seems lost forever. It is a travel adventure that may not be had
elsewhere and one never forgotten.