A Memorial Day.

This Memorial Day was a rainy one. We both had the day off, and wanted to spend it the best way we knew how. So, we went up Rock Canyon and decided to hike as far as we could, then when we got tired we would just turn around. No big deal. Love to have little adventures like that.

We started walking. We walked for about 45 minutes when we found a little slot canyon to our right. It looked like you could only go up maybe 20 feet and I was just planning on going up that far and I figured we would just chill and sit on a rock or something and enjoy the scenery. I should have known that is not how our adventures go. Ever.

The Canyon ended up going up pretty high, to the top of the mountain in fact. Naturally, we had to see how far we could go. It had rained every day that week, including that morning so the ground was really muddy and slick. Also, it was covered in loose rock which doesn't make for the best climbing. We got about half way up and started to question our little side quest. We couldn't even really stand still because the ground was so steep and slick... a tad sketchy. But we figured we had already gone that far, we might as well sally forth because either way it was going to be a trick getting out of this thing. We climbed upward. I was the recipient of a few bruises from falling rocks. I felt ridiculously lame because i basically just let them hit me because i felt like i couldnt move without slipping and falling to my death on the rocks below.

There was about 3oo yards of snow that we climbed straight up. It was actually more pleasant than the muddy rocks. Then We came to the sketchiest of all places. The canyon narrowed a lot and came to a cliff on one side and we had to climb over this fallen tree that was hanging over the cliff. The ground all around was super slick. I lifted one leg over the tree and suddenly images of me bear hugging this stupid tree while it slided over the cliffs edge engulfed my brain. I quickly Jack Black style rolled over the tree only to find ground that was more slippery on the other side. I dug my fingernails and feet into the ground and scurried up the mountain side. I pushed countless numbers of trees and bushes out of my way and regrettably pulverized many of them as i clung on to them for dear life during the slippery parts.

We came to an end. It wasn't the top of the mountain but the shrubbery, mud, rocks, and other elements had finally all played to their advantage and there was no passing through. So, we sat there a while. Took this picture, and a few others. We looked at each other, took a deep breath, and started making our way down the canyon. I felt a little sketch at first, like... there were times i really thought we might be in some trouble and we didnt have cell phones and there was no one around for miles. But it actually was really fun! We just slid down the whole mountain side and got nice and dirty. Then, it started raining, but that just made it more fun and more slick so we could slide faster.

Oh yeah.. then it started hailing. It hurt.

Then I fell on my hiiiney. And i have a huge bruise. It hurts to sit.

The end.