Chad kneels at the top of a drop of over 100 feet. The wash floor, about 15 feet behind him, just disappears into this massive drop.

Chad is standing where I was standing when I took his picture in the last frame...except he's braver than I am...he's right on the edge. The dark line on the rock is water running into the wash.

We are lower in the wash, looking up at the drop we stood on a few minutes before.

One of the beauties on our journey.

We're about half way - in the bottom of the Thrust. There's still a lot of water moving gently down the wash - only to disappear into the floor of the wash at a later point.

While this looks like Chad was just free wheeling up an intense incline - it really wasn't that steep - just the angle I was at with the camera.

The 'beauty' much further behind us as we drop lower into the Thrust.

Small pools and distinct color changes in the sandstone. Truly beautiful and the day was perfect.

We are at the bottom of the Thrust - in the middle of a sea of white/gray sandstone. The red area is what we moved down through to reach this spot.

One of Nature's sweet scenes of serenity. This is where the water disappears into the floor of the wash.

The Earth is like an old soul, filled with depth and personality from all the seasoning it's been through.

We are headed back up the Thrust and the color change is definitely worth noting.

One of Nature's little side shows.

I would love to have one of the walls in my living room look like this specimen of Nature's Gallery.

We're back at the top of the Thrust. Turtlehead looms in the distance, the Thrust lies to the right.

We pulled off the Loop Road - into White Rock Picnic Area to take a picture of these hands - left by the Ansazi Indians.

An explanation of the hands.