This is the morning glass by the boat:
Here's Dave beating the tar out of that glass:
And Mom skiing like there's no tomorrow:
Other adventures without photo documentation: Dave and I explored the slot at the end of the canyon, which is the first time I can remember it being accessible. Man, it was cool; we didn't bring a camera because we really didn't think we'd get that far. It took us about 45 minutes to get up to the wash. Dave, Korri, Scott, and I explored the next slot over a couple of days later. It was pretty cool too, though a lot more sketchy. We went 30 minutes, then got to a point that was pretty dicey and turned around. Dave, Korri, and I found a nice little 3-piece crack, hand size, about 5.6-5.7. Dave tried to venture higher, but things were too sketchy so we returned to the houseboat for recandyfication.A really good Powell trip, in my book. Thanks Mom and Dad!
