RIDGE
Adventurer
Somewhere along the trail we saw this chick walking...by herself. Remember, I was still expecting to see kids partying at the river. I started to think maybe they were coming in from the other side of the river and that's why there weren't tracks. I just figured she got pissed at her boyfriend and was walking home to get attention.
So she cautiously approached the van after I showed her I already had a chick with me. I've had vans my whole life and know the drill (and various tricks, but that's for another trip report). It turns out, this chick is walking the National Parks by herself! And I thought WE were being brave/stupid. I guaran-effing-tee you some dude cheated on her with her best friend, posted nude pics, and stole their "love child" (a black lab puppy).
Anyway, after asking her some bizarre questions like, "Are you carrying?", I asked how deep the water was. She said something and touched her **********. Kristal translated it for me as "very deep." In all the confusion I forgot to freak her out even more and ask for a picture. I should've told her it was for identification purposes...hindsight is always 20/20.
6 miles and 6 hours from the previous nights camp, we reached the Dirty Devil River. The kids never came. Nobody had been there in months probably, it hadn't been crossed in an even longer time.
This needed some thought put into it! It's hard to tell from pictures, but the embankment on the other side was 5 feet tall, STEEP, and soft. The river bottom was very muddy and seemed similar to quicksand. You couldn't see the bottom and the water was flowing pretty good (later, we found out from the BLM that it was at 100cfm). The water was too cold for sane people to venture in (again, explains the kind of issues that girl had).
I'll be back...
So she cautiously approached the van after I showed her I already had a chick with me. I've had vans my whole life and know the drill (and various tricks, but that's for another trip report). It turns out, this chick is walking the National Parks by herself! And I thought WE were being brave/stupid. I guaran-effing-tee you some dude cheated on her with her best friend, posted nude pics, and stole their "love child" (a black lab puppy).
Anyway, after asking her some bizarre questions like, "Are you carrying?", I asked how deep the water was. She said something and touched her **********. Kristal translated it for me as "very deep." In all the confusion I forgot to freak her out even more and ask for a picture. I should've told her it was for identification purposes...hindsight is always 20/20.
6 miles and 6 hours from the previous nights camp, we reached the Dirty Devil River. The kids never came. Nobody had been there in months probably, it hadn't been crossed in an even longer time.
This needed some thought put into it! It's hard to tell from pictures, but the embankment on the other side was 5 feet tall, STEEP, and soft. The river bottom was very muddy and seemed similar to quicksand. You couldn't see the bottom and the water was flowing pretty good (later, we found out from the BLM that it was at 100cfm). The water was too cold for sane people to venture in (again, explains the kind of issues that girl had).
I'll be back...
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