06:49 am - Falling. Water.
Here's the important thing: everyone is OK.
We had just survived a difficult river crossing when I told grku that "Doing a trail called 'falling waters' in spring after a century-record snowfall, you get what you deserve." Shortly thereafter, I stood on a wet slab admiring the cut granite gorge. And fell. On my face. And slid 10 feet, fighting for purchase on the way to a sheer dropoff, not knowing what was on the other side. On the way over the cliff, I saw a large handhold and gripped it as best one can grip a wet, slimy sloper. This was enough to rotate downward and fall only about 1m feet-first.
Grku descended the slope as fast as he could and checked up on me. Fortunately, my head was untouched, no broken bones, no sprains or twists. In the end, I emerged with some nasty scrapes on shins and hands.( other than that, how was it?Collapse )