Crazy steep off-trail scramble

The next morning, we set off up the same wash as the previous evening. This time we had the whole day ahead of us.

Here’s where we quit the night before:

Here’s where we’re going to go up and around it. Yeah…hmmm.

It looked do-able here, although it was a lot steeper than it looks in the picture.

Ok, so far, so good. But it’s really steep.

The van is waaaay down there.

Hard to tell in the picture, but that’s basically a drop-off there under the snag. I’m not sure how I get myself into these things. It’s my fault. John’s not egging me on. It’s just that somehow it looks easier from below? Or I think I’m almost there? Or I forget that heights make me uncomfortable? I keep getting myself into these situations and regretting it!

Stupid steep.

Pretty though.

We decided to go over the top of this ridge to the right, rather than trying to go back down the side of the wash, which was both steep and rough. There was a decent chance that the slope down to the road would be gentler than the sides of the wash.

Yep, there’s the road, way down there. And there’s fewer big boulders on this side. John’s happy.

But I’m crouched with my back against a rock, contemplating the drop-off. I can see the van down there. Now if only I had wings, it would be easy! At least, with fewer boulders, it’ll be more of a butt-slide down than a rock climb.

Whew, made it down. Home sweet home.

Next time, a trail maybe?

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