Daniel, on the jeep, packed all of our gear on to the back of the vehicle the next morning. The Navajo gentleman next to him, whose name I unfortunately can't remember, is the one who lives in this particular part of the canyon. He woke us up in the morning with lovely flute music which echoed off the canyon walls - I don't know if it was him playing or if it was recorded. It was much better than waking up to an alarm clock, in any case.