The Holwicks in the Southwest,
page 3, continued...
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We had one jug of water as we headed for the slot canyon. Following toeholds to the top, we enter a string of water (and mud) filled chambers. At the first one we reached an impasse - a fearsome constrictor which paralyzed the kids. It is as thick as your thumb. |
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Josiah
loves slot canyons.
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