I finally convinced my good buddy Jeff to take a bunch of us canyoneering and repelling. We mustered up a good group of cohorts and headed off to the Flagstaff area for the weekend. We set up camp, had a good meal and great conversation and enjoyed perfect weather.
And then I got altitude sickness.
Everyone (but Mike because he's afraid of heights) took off to Illusions Canyon at first light and I went back to sleep. Hours later, still fighting nauseua I woke and Mike and I enjoyed the afternoon just playing in the woods with the dogs. Even with the sickness, I still needed a weekend away to commune with the trees.
The crew was late, and I got worried, but they were fine. Exhausted, beat up, but fine. The canyon proved harder and more advanced than originally thought, but Jeff said everyone did amazing. Unfortunately, it'd be a bit of a lie for me to put up photos of their adventure, I'll have to pressure Mandy to do a write up.
But stay tuned, because I'm already hitting Jeff up for take two, so I can go.