The canyon way(my way) was way cooler. The other way was way too girl scoutish. Driving halfway there. It would be like driving to Cane Spring and hiking to Skeleton Cave from there....yawn. The canyon with water and autumn colors was awesome. The group was made up of a UK mate, a German, a Hungarian, and a girl. The cool Polish dude couldn't make it.
We hiked down Cottonwood Creek and then headed up Cane Spring Canyon. On google earth, Hidden Spring looked pretty thick but it wasn't too bad and with the colors it was pretty awesome. The climb out of the canyon was steep and I topped out and was looking for our next route when I was greeted by a branch that sliced my cheek. A good friend would ask if I was okay and a better friend would take a picture of the blood dripping from my face. As Amy made the saddle, a piece of cholla was hanging from her hand and someone tried to help her....and another guy actually did fix it.
The cholla fields were next. I have nothing but intense admiration for the Cholla. They are the King of the prickers. They tried to slow me many times and sometimes they succeded but in the end the cholla is our friend.
We decided to hit the other end of Sheep and then after lunch we changed our minds. Then after the 2 new register signers...signed in....we changed plans and headed over to the other side. It was a good decision because it wasn't that far and it was worth the effort and Richard missed out on the best views in the State of AZ. I was taking a few pictures and then turned around and saw a blank spot where Amy and Joe were standing...I guess they just vanished into the abyss. I hiked down into the abyss and came accross Richard but Joe and Amy were no where to be found. We were once again a team and moments later...team Jomy took a diferent route and cliffed out. Yada..yada..yada.. we were a team again.
The rest of the hike has kinda boring going back the same way we came. Then I let out a yell I usually hold in. I smacked my knee as hard as I smacked my elbow the week before. My breath was stolen from me and I felt like I was gonna blow chunks. The pain was giving me a difficult time and then it passed. It hurt to the touch but I decided not to touch it anymore. I found Amy's bandanna but I didn't know she lost it so Richard retrieved it for her.
Meanwhile back at the truck, Amy whipped out cookies and beer. What a great way to end an awesome hike.
Richard told me he had a lot of admiration for Joe before the hike and for some reason after the hike he still held him in such high regard.
I truly am blessed to have such fun partners who put up with me. They aren't only hiker partners...they are friends.