Reminders of Glen Canyon’s return to some form of pre-reservoir normal
aren’t always as static as the bathtub rings on canyon walls. All around
our feet, the shallow water teems with life. The crystal-clear creeks
are full of spindly bugs that float on the water’s surface.
Occasionally, toads jump from the stream’s sandy banks. Lizards bask in
patches of sun. Bird calls echo off the smooth walls and melt into a
distorted chorus.