I've spent much time in Queho Canyon with Walter, my dad's older cousin, my mom's Girl Scout troop, my son's Boy Scouts, and my family of five, who all learned to repel the cliffs.
Too often I hear of "Key-Hole" Canyon ("Outdoors," View Neighborhood Newspapers, March 11). Walter said that Queho, the renegade Indian horse thief, often held out there and that was why they called it Queho Canyon.
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