Nowhere else have I seen such vigorous and extensive Poison Ivy.

Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

On the way back, Katie and Hank led the way - hopping in and floating the river. Faster than walking, for sure, and though the water was not REAL cold, after the 10-minute float back to camp, we were plenty chilled. Here we can see Roger and Aaron getting ready to plop into the current, avoiding that stick on the left.

Ram, Aaron, Hank and Katie packed up and left that night. How they had the energy for the hump up the hill, I have no idea. Roger and I hung out, had a pleasant dinner and turned in early. We awoke at 5:00 am with plans to do a Full Neon, but the weather was not cooperating. After some hemming and hawing, and a good breakfast, we packed up in a rain shower and departed as it tried to clear. Still one heck of a hump to get up the hill. It rained on and off all day, at least on the drive home. Looks like we snuck in a great canyon, on the only weather window of the week.