I wasn't expecting too much going into this, but it turned out to be a diverse and very scenic canyon. It hasn't rained for quite a while, so I was surprised at how much water was flowing all along the way. Some of it was difficult to avoid and after my first misstep left me with one wet shoe, I quit trying and just waded whenever it was easier than going around. Since John was wearing long pants, he remained dedicated to the effort of staying dry. Still, every now and then, I'd hear a splash!
Without a trail, it took some effort to get through this canyon... rock hopping, scrambling, wading thick grasses, squirming around cat claw that was over your head and snaking your way through tall stands of bamboo so dense you didn't know where you were going to come out. The scenery was fabulous, changing around every bend, and we went as far into the canyon as time permitted. I stopped at the same point as topohiker and grasshopper, but John, seeing an opportunity to inch his way along a vertical wall by his fingers and toes, couldn't resist and went ahead on his own to explore a bit further. Still smarting from a gashed knee after being snagged down by some thick grass wrapping around my foot, I was more than happy to wait there and amuse myself with pretty rocks until he returned.
Although we exceeded our turn-around time by an hour, we kept a good pace on the return and made it all the way to 177 with daylight to spare. I arrived home after dark - cold, wet, bloody and exhausted. What an excellent day!