July 19 was a roller coaster of a day. After the desolation of the fossil beds, Shell Canyon appeared, to take me up to the plateau where I would take a licking, and decide to go on ticking.
Shell Canyon has its share of fossils, whose beds are marked along the way. It rivals several of Arizona’s and Utah’s canyons, in elevation gain and in the intimacy of its scenic pullouts. There are several more scenes of this area, than what I usually post. Shell Canyon is just that awesome, underrated as it is.
Two-thirds of the way up, I found the centerpiece of the preserve: Shell Falls. Here are scenes from the eastern side and middle of the falls view trail.
The water leaves iron-tinged lichen, when it recedes.
Now, back to the main attraction. These views are from the western side of the trail.
Shell Falls has a lovely interpretive center, which features information about the various fossil finds, as well.
This forty-minute stop gave me peace of mind, to face the music which I knew I had to hear, and would, at Elk View Inn.
Next: The Road to Medicine Wheel.