Way out yonder in the Navajo nation

Bruce and I had the good fortune to visit Antelope Canyon. We had a wonderful guide, Gerald, a soft-spoken young Navajo man with a hypnotic voice and an interesting way of telling his story. He very kindly took photos of each family in his group. I had heard some detrimental things about the canyon but it was all I had hoped for. As we were leaving, I stopped outside to take one last picture. One of the other native guides within the canyon was playing a traditional flute song. The song poured out of the mouth of the slit, a mystical ending.