I decided to end my Christmas break with a bang. Rounded up a couple reluctant freinds (normal routine with the lazies I hang out with) and told them we were going to go camp out in a deep, narrow canyon with storms forecasted. We parked in one of the small pullouts past Tortilla Flats and dropped down into Tortilla Creek right where Mesquite creek drains into it. The creek was flowing very well and got my hopes up for what might lie farther back in the canyon. Just past where Tortilla Creek takes a bend to the east, on the north banks, there was a giant HAZ drawn in the sand. I got all excited and drew AZPRIDE next to it, like anyone would care.
Around the entrance to Peters Canyon, we ran into Te-Wa and Hoffmaster. That was pretty cool, except for the fact that I'm an awkward mess when I first meet people. Ha!
Anyway, climbing those boulders with overnight packs on is quite the workout. Around where the boulders ended and the canyon opened up, we climbed up the ridge between Tortilla Creek and Peters Canyon and set up camp. Around that time it began to pleasantly drizzle, and Andrew went down to the creek to take a swim while Dennis and I climbed higher for some better views of the area. As the light dimmed, the campfire went up, hot dogs were roasted, and fun was had by all.
Falling asleep to the sound of rain pattering on the tent is unbeatable.
The next day, the weather was absolutely perfect, and we all took a dip in one of the many perfect swimming holes. No, it wasn't enjoyable in the freezing water, but Andrew was practically swimming laps, and I was tired of him making me feel like a wuss.