Day one in the desert proved prophetic in terms of loosing of oneself. I managed also to sacrifice my fleece and phone to the depths of a slot canyon. Actually nice to be partially cut off again. It was a day to randomly run into old friends in some rather obscure places and to watch Molly, a dog who's owner says water is like "acid" to her, manage to succeed through some 8 miles of slot canyons and frigid thigh deep puddles - she even survived a brief minute as an incredibly well-fitting doggy-chockstone in a v-slot of scrambled rock that held her back-half and required two of us to extricate her vertically.
Day two had me up at sunrise and running too many miles of slots to find the missing gear and to no avail. At midday, localized weather whipped up ominous dark clouds against cobalt blue, rain was falling around the Swell but managed to stay dry in slot canyons we maybe should not have been in...
The need for vertacality is becoming extreme... today should provide...
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