Those of you who know us best know that we are not hiking people. At least when the hike involves going up the entire first half. However, this hike was awesome! It was rarely up and we got to wade through the freezing cold creek in order to move on through the slot canyon. At one point the only way to go on is by climbing a rickety ladder attached to a tree truck to get over the waterfall. This was my least favorite part at the time but looking back it was pretty dang cool. I am deathly afraid of heights and I was sure I was going to fall to my death. But, amazingly, I am still here. We continued hiking until we came to one part where the water was about three feet deep and we started to think it wasn't worth it. Glen and I had decided to stay behind and wait for the rest of the group to come back, but as we watched everyone else suffer through the icy water, we couldn't help but want to participate. So, we also risked our lower limbs to keep going. The sad part is we didn't go even a quarter of a mile before we reached another waterfall and realized not all of us would be willing to pull themselves up by a rope attached to a rock wall. Here is a photo:
So, we turned back. I regret now wading through the water to go just a little further. It was painfully cold and we had to go the way we came. But we made it home alive. Charlie enjoyed it even though he spent most of the time in the backpack with Glen's sweatshirt.
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