Byron
09-25-2014, 08:51 PM
So I finish Mystery on the second day and cruise up to the board to see what has been posted up for the next day.
Alas, no one has gone balls out and secured a permit for Imlay or Heaps. I swear, next year I'm going to secure a permit for that and hand select a crew of hotshots with the goal of getting through it in time for dinner back at the Rondi. Probably the sneak route...we'll see.
The board is packed with the usual...Eaglestead, Pine, Birch, Mystery, etc...so I sign up to go through Spry.
Soon after, I ran into Hank Moon. He asked Scott Card if I was any good, and Scott said "Yeah, he's good". I think that was my vetting process.
O.K., so...(I'm speaking in hushed tones right now) Hank tells me that he's putting together a group to go through a kinda, sorta secret canyon that is ghosting only. Would I like to come along? Well, hell yeah!!!
So we hit the trail in the morning. The crew was Felicia, TJ (who, as you can see from the picture below, is just too cool for the room), Wayne and Marlene, who are two good friends from Colorado, Mr. Hank Moon, and me.
The first rap was a 200'er, from a Fiddlestick. I'd never seen one of these before, and Hank gave us a demonstration of how to (and not to) put it together. I gotta tell you, he's all over that thing. My opinion of it is that it's friggin' bomber...just look at that picture of it below. Actually, that's the (sing it with me, boys and girls) "Smooth Operator".
As long as you're not the last person down, I think it's great. If I were the last one, I'd want to make sure the rap has a soft landing...one little slip up with the pull cord and you're SCREWED. Hank Moon has balls of steel, by the way.
The rest of the hike was mostly downclimbs and very small raps. I think the fiddle came out one more time and we also used a sandtrap, another device I'd not seen before. Pretty nifty, I gotta buy one of those. When I say I'm old school, I'm not kidding.
So let me explain the "naked swim". You know when you get to the first crappy hole that you can't avoid and everyone drops their packs and kinda...start to put on the wetsuits and kinda...look around. Well, I decided to drop a fun bomb on the proceedings and jump right in naked.
It was hilarious. It looked like a sure swimmer, but I was able to enter with my pack above my head and wade in. Soon, the water got higher and higher, right up to my chin with me giving a progress report all the way: "Tippy toes! Tippy toes! I was laughing so hard I almost fell over. So was everyone else, judging by the riot behind me. Truth be told, I just wanted to see if I could make TJ blush. But really...I'm vain enough to try and make it through the canyon dry. We didn't have any real beta on what lie ahead and in the past, I've been able to stem or ping pong above or around it all (in other canyons) while my friends had to wallow in the muck.
My hopes for dry shorts were dashed about 15 minutes later, as I and everything I had was soaked and covered in mud.
So that's it! Lest any wacky rumors get started, I DID NOT GO THROUGH THE ENTIRE CANYON NAKED! I certainly wouldn't have pulled that stunt if there were any married couples or young'uns present...I may be slightly crazy but I'm not creepy. Just for the record.
Soon enough the drops end and the canyon opens up. Just then, we were hit with a mini epic rain. It came down for 15 solid minutes...hail, too. A big waterfall comin' down the wall, the steam beads below us with a little flash action. We contoured a bit, caught the trail we were on in the beginning and went back up to the truck.
I was very happy to meet both Hank and Felicia, as I've admired them both here. It was also neat seeing the ghosting tools in action. And I made fast friends with both Wayne and Marla. TJ sold me about $600 worth of swag, so I was certainly happy he was around. Speaking of TJ, he looked like a canyoneering catalog...check out that pack he's wearing. I gotta buy one of those, I reckon if he's sporting it, it must be the shit.
As for the canyon, I named it "A shittly little side canyon of a shitty little side canyon that leads to something good" It occurred to me that the locals are starting to pick off the drainage ditches around the rim. In other words, pass it up...unless you want to practice your ghosting skills and risk it all on the first rap!!!
Sorry guys, I can't help myself! :twisted:
It wasn't all that bad, there were a few nifty downclimbs in there. I only took three pictures! Probably because of all the mud.
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Alas, no one has gone balls out and secured a permit for Imlay or Heaps. I swear, next year I'm going to secure a permit for that and hand select a crew of hotshots with the goal of getting through it in time for dinner back at the Rondi. Probably the sneak route...we'll see.
The board is packed with the usual...Eaglestead, Pine, Birch, Mystery, etc...so I sign up to go through Spry.
Soon after, I ran into Hank Moon. He asked Scott Card if I was any good, and Scott said "Yeah, he's good". I think that was my vetting process.
O.K., so...(I'm speaking in hushed tones right now) Hank tells me that he's putting together a group to go through a kinda, sorta secret canyon that is ghosting only. Would I like to come along? Well, hell yeah!!!
So we hit the trail in the morning. The crew was Felicia, TJ (who, as you can see from the picture below, is just too cool for the room), Wayne and Marlene, who are two good friends from Colorado, Mr. Hank Moon, and me.
The first rap was a 200'er, from a Fiddlestick. I'd never seen one of these before, and Hank gave us a demonstration of how to (and not to) put it together. I gotta tell you, he's all over that thing. My opinion of it is that it's friggin' bomber...just look at that picture of it below. Actually, that's the (sing it with me, boys and girls) "Smooth Operator".
As long as you're not the last person down, I think it's great. If I were the last one, I'd want to make sure the rap has a soft landing...one little slip up with the pull cord and you're SCREWED. Hank Moon has balls of steel, by the way.
The rest of the hike was mostly downclimbs and very small raps. I think the fiddle came out one more time and we also used a sandtrap, another device I'd not seen before. Pretty nifty, I gotta buy one of those. When I say I'm old school, I'm not kidding.
So let me explain the "naked swim". You know when you get to the first crappy hole that you can't avoid and everyone drops their packs and kinda...start to put on the wetsuits and kinda...look around. Well, I decided to drop a fun bomb on the proceedings and jump right in naked.
It was hilarious. It looked like a sure swimmer, but I was able to enter with my pack above my head and wade in. Soon, the water got higher and higher, right up to my chin with me giving a progress report all the way: "Tippy toes! Tippy toes! I was laughing so hard I almost fell over. So was everyone else, judging by the riot behind me. Truth be told, I just wanted to see if I could make TJ blush. But really...I'm vain enough to try and make it through the canyon dry. We didn't have any real beta on what lie ahead and in the past, I've been able to stem or ping pong above or around it all (in other canyons) while my friends had to wallow in the muck.
My hopes for dry shorts were dashed about 15 minutes later, as I and everything I had was soaked and covered in mud.
So that's it! Lest any wacky rumors get started, I DID NOT GO THROUGH THE ENTIRE CANYON NAKED! I certainly wouldn't have pulled that stunt if there were any married couples or young'uns present...I may be slightly crazy but I'm not creepy. Just for the record.
Soon enough the drops end and the canyon opens up. Just then, we were hit with a mini epic rain. It came down for 15 solid minutes...hail, too. A big waterfall comin' down the wall, the steam beads below us with a little flash action. We contoured a bit, caught the trail we were on in the beginning and went back up to the truck.
I was very happy to meet both Hank and Felicia, as I've admired them both here. It was also neat seeing the ghosting tools in action. And I made fast friends with both Wayne and Marla. TJ sold me about $600 worth of swag, so I was certainly happy he was around. Speaking of TJ, he looked like a canyoneering catalog...check out that pack he's wearing. I gotta buy one of those, I reckon if he's sporting it, it must be the shit.
As for the canyon, I named it "A shittly little side canyon of a shitty little side canyon that leads to something good" It occurred to me that the locals are starting to pick off the drainage ditches around the rim. In other words, pass it up...unless you want to practice your ghosting skills and risk it all on the first rap!!!
Sorry guys, I can't help myself! :twisted:
It wasn't all that bad, there were a few nifty downclimbs in there. I only took three pictures! Probably because of all the mud.
762917629076292