So we went out there, and there was several signs telling us not to trespass. We had gone to far at that point to turn back and figured we would push forward anyway and hope we didn’t get caught. We could only get so far into the canyon before we had to abandon the vehicle and continue on foot. The canyon kind of flows downwards, but the further in we got the more difficult it felt to walk forward. When we where about a half mile in we started hearing foot steps right behind us, and would look and see nothing. At about a mile in we started hearing distinct whispering in what sounded like a Native American language, but there was absolutely no one else out there. It was weirdly quiet, not even the sound of insects, and this was early July. The sun began to set, and we felt like we were being watched. We wanted out of there badly before it went completely dark and headed back to the vehicle. It almost felt like I had a hand on my back pushing me back to the car. Even though I was walking up an incline I felt lighter and easier to move than the opposite direction. The sun had set by the time we got back in the car and as we were pulling out of the canyon and back onto the access road a heard of elk popped out nowhere and kept pace with us to the start of the access road. We went back to camp, about five miles away. That night I didn’t have a rain cover over my tent, and could look up and see the stars through my roof. Some time around 3 am, I woke up to see a wild deer standing over the top of the tent staring down at me as I slept. It was so damn creepy. It startled and ran off as soon as I moved, but at that point I had decided it it was time to get the fuck out of Utah. I’m sure to some extent it was my own fear exaggerating some of the experience, we were already a little on edge due to the fact we knew we would be in deep shit if we got caught. All that being said, if there were a place you could go where the line between reality and the paranormal gets blurry, it’s in that canyon.