|Hiking||13.80 Miles|| || |
|3,169 ft AEG|| || || |
Entertained a few options after finding too much snow and ice at the Brown's chute. Decided on this one since Mike is new to the area, and people kept telling him he'd never see a waterfall in Arizona. We proved them wrong.. even if the falls weren't much more than a spray, they are still falling water! He got a kick out of it anyway, and enjoyed the boulder hopping down the wash. I enjoyed it too, but then broke the rule about never stepping carelessly onto sticks/twigs/things that move/break easily, and went straight down and bashed my cheekbone on a creek boulder. Pretty certain I broke a tooth, but inspection revealed everything was okay. Not sure whether it was good or bad that no bruise ever really showed up (hey, I earned that battle wound, albeit with carelessness!). I'm just really thankful we didn't need a dentist, or worse. Found a jacket and a fluid-filled drybag. Not sure what the purpose of that was, and left whatever was inside where it was. We heard voices while in the canyon but never saw anyone, so not sure what all that was about.
Got back to the car and collapsed for a moment before driving back to AJ for some pizza and a beer. The night got even more interesting when we returned to the car, only to see two flat tires.. sigh. Luckily one was just a slow leak, but the other had a humongous nail/bolt stuck in it. Changed it out and dropped Mike off.. it was a long and slow trip back home on the donut. Really though, so many things could have gone worse with this trip and didn't, so the cost of all new tires was a drop in the bucket of adverse possibilities.
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