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.
Last bit of sun
Mo watches the sun set on the walls
Mo goes into the darker parts as the sun sets
Colors ad silt
Sliver of light
Water wall to wall
Pack cinched to support a back bow bow
Massive slab
More water then we expected at this time of the year
Sun has set and we kept boogieing along
Lines of colors and emotion
Mo poses in a narrow spot
Key hole
Dark lonesome hike
