Our friends had turned around and Mo reluctantly agreed to go for camp 1, a mile or so after the Buckskin Gulch intersection. I figured we were almost there. Well, never just figure that yo are almost there. We were not almost there. It got darker and darker. For me this was my first canyon. The water got deeper and the walls closed in. It kind of gets spooky in there when night comes. Finally using our headlamps we found the little oasis that we would call home for two nights. I can’t remember the rest. I think Mo set up camp and stuffed me into the tent. Maybe even fed me … don’t know.