We topped out as the sun went down, and promptly became confused as to our descent route. A bit puzzled by our guidebook's vague directions, we searched around some and eventually decided to rappel the route in pitch blackness. Our lack of food and water was made painfully obvious in our weakened movements, and on every rappel it took all that both of us could do to pull our ropes. Every little snag as we pulled sent us sagging in our harnesses with a chorus of groans. Our arms and legs were cramping and Kelsey's hand repeatedly locked into a claw of its own volition. When we finally reached the ground, it was eleven and a half hours since we left it. Temps hit 105 degrees, and for the whole day we consumed five liters of water and a sandwich between us.
UtahZionKelsey GrayRock ClimbingJohn Borland2006