It takes no imagination to see why it's called the Red Rock Canyon.
It's a much steeper descent into the canyon than this picture
would suggest. Still, we found a number of RV's in the campground
at the bottom of the canyon.
A small stream winds through the canyon. It produces several
ponds and a fertile population of beavers.
Moss and ferns cling to the lip of the canyon, but quickly disappear
from the praire floor once you get away from the canyon's influence.
Horsetail scouring rush. Small finches skittered about in
it's protective cover.