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Our guide was Navajo, like the sandstone from which the canyon is cut. A trim, fit and handsome man of middle years perhaps, with an easy smile and comfortable manner. And he told us his story of the canyon at no extra charge. When he was just a boy, Antelope Canyon was a creepy place full of snakes, spiders and cattles -- and their pies. Going in was unnerving. Exciting and dark. Mysterious. Maybe dangerous. But then one day while out riding a horse in the area, something happened. |
