We rapped down just before the Grand Alcove, and strolled over in time for dinner. Oh, yum. Freeze-dried stuf...

A previous party had made a fire on the slickrock, leaving this ugly firescar. C'mon people, make your pirate fires on the sand!

Tom W contemplates the many problems with the anchor at Barrier Falls.

Re-rigged, but still not quite right - not long enough to get over the edge, given that the line of rappel is off to the right. Two oldish bolts on the right equalized with the red sling; then that is equalized to the better bolt with the blue sling. Of course, the bright colors are not so hot, either.

And here we are... lower waterfall. Chris and Tanner. Chris as usual carrying as much stuff as in-humanly possible. Then we walked out, and it was hot, really hot. Oh, and TW fell off a cliff, but that's another story...