Sunday morning came too fast. The big group was soon to be many small groups, with everyone going their separate ways, in an attempt to get back home in a reasonable time. Tom and his group headed to the Hogs, Dave and Penny went to do some exploring, and Brian and I were debating which canyon we wanted to explore. I was hoping to get a head start home, and finish off the weekend with a quick canyon. Brian, on the other hand, was looking to cap this weekend off with a little more style, and drop a canyon that had long eluded him; Trail. I was feeling more like a doing a Hog, but he was unrelenting. Seriously, I hate wetsuits, and getting wet in November doesn't really sound appetizing. The debate lasted about ten seconds and ended abruptly when Brian questioned my canyonhood.

I'd heard a few rumors about Trail, mainly that it is wet and physical, neither characteristic of which I was looking forward too. But after seeing how dry the Maidenwaters were on Saturday, we figured this was the best window we'd have for getting through it with minimal swimming. Game on.

Dan doing his best Ram impression. Not sure who looks scarier...

Heading down the first rappel. You can't teach that kind of style; you either have it or you don't.

One more, from the side.

Mr. Frankle, on rappel.

A few real easy downclimbs following the initial rappel. The canyon drops out in a hurry, leading to some real nice narrows.

Brian downclimbing the second dryfall, into the first of the skinny sections.

Let the stemming begin! I'm pretty sure you can go low at this point, but the hallway had some water. Plus, I needed a little warmup before the real goods later on.

Trail, about as dry as you will ever see it. Just the way I like 'em.

Trail 1 - Trail 2 - Trail 3