Known as Indiana Brown to none of my friends, I took this picture along a dusty, mule-worn path descending into the depths of the Grand Canyon. It was right after this that I discovered the old mining shaft leading from the Three Mile Resthouse into the cliffs beneath Bright Angel Lodge. I gently brushed a scorpion from some dry branches I picked up off the ground and lit one as a makeshift torch before entering the tunnel. I won't bore you with the details but some Native American pictographs on the cave wall lead me to discover an artifact that simultaneously proved how all religions were both right and wrong, and made me independently wealthy, but which I then had to give up to save a beautiful, young woman from an untimely death. Sadly, it was too dark to get any good photos and, without proof, there's no point in explaining any more about the artifact or the woman.
If, at any time, you have any trouble envisioning this scenario, just hum the theme song while you read it, it greatly enhances the experience. You can see the bullwhip hanging on my right hip. (Nikon D300, 17mm, f/10, 1/125, ISO 200)
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