We are on our way to Red Rock Canyon via the riverbed.

 A view from where we came, mighty dusty, but the worst was yet to come.

 We have arrived at the edge of the lake where it used to be.  The view in the distance shows what is left of the lake.

 Ahead is Red Rock Canyon.  The land goes from a beige to red in an instant.

 We have arrived at the area where the dirt and rocks are now red.

 We are beginning the ride through the wash.  It is probably 3 or so miles long.

 A shoot off the main wash is this side wash.  We walked about .6 miles to its beginning in another wash.  Here we are showing our strength while we celebrate our 21 anniversary.

 Farther into that wash the sides of the canyon narrow.  Notice the path at the bottom.

 Here a desert donkey has scratched for some water farther into the wash.

 A honey comb with bees flying around, we are still in that side wash.

 A view from the other side of the lake from ground level. A few boaters fish for supper on a daily basis.

 Three desert donkeys in the distance.  Two are center and the third on the right in the center.

A view of Alamo Lake as we leave Red Rock Canyon.  It was another spectacular ride.

 The ride through the Hassayampa River was awesome.  We started in the valley then within 2 minutes we were on top of this narrow ridge.  This is the only place wide enough to pull off and catch our breath.  Wonderful ride.

 The trail continues around the bend still climbing up.

 Finally at the top, this view shows the grass.  First time we had seen grass in the desert.  We are at approx 3000 ft elevation.  And actually it warmed up after we got into the sun.  But it was still pretty cold.

                   A close up view of their 'grass'.

 This is where I screamed like a girl every time my wheels came off the ground.  The only reason you could not hear Terry screaming is because he was drowned out by the guys.  Well, maybe not!

 A miners ranch along the Hassayampe River.  The mine was scattered throughout the walls of the canyon.

 The water was running.  We crossed it several times along the way.  I did get wet but I had no choice.  Water splashed up onto my leg.

 This is the way out of the box canyon next time.  "There will be no screaming allowed on the next trip guys".  This time we back-tracked and took another trail around.

 This is the box canyon.  The rock formations were gorgeous. Too narrow to drive the quads.  Besides, it led no where.  Duh!!  It is a box canyon.

This was a sissy rock to climb over.  No squeals here.  Come join us!!