I scouted ahead, and found another slot (the one in the picture) that slowly descended towards the cool slot canyon below.  This slot was about 75 feet long, and only about 2 feet in its narrowest part.  It would be tight with my daughter in a backpack behind me, but I thought we could do it.  We carefully eased into the slot and edged forward, squeezing through the narrow part without a hitch.  Thirty seconds later, we were through, and that little tree you can just make out at the end was all that lay between us and ultimate slot canyon ahead.  What a coup!  Few would have made it here, much less with child in tow!

I surged forward, and Alyssa let out a yell.  I had forgotten that the branches just above my head were right at head height for Alyssa.  I whacked her across the face with a branch, and made it worse when I turned around to see why she was yelling.  It took awhile to calm her down, and my guilt prevented me from ever tasting the sweet victory of the final slot canyon.

The moral of the story?  Well, the moral is I'm a dumbass.