The So Called Second Time I Was “Near” Cable Canyon
The second time, on the approach, the trip leader, me, tripped. I landed on my face, and my knee hit a rock. The rock punctured the plastic shank in my knee pad and punched a hole all the way to my knee cap. You could see the knee cap when you pulled the skin apart. Did you read the part about lots of nasty water up above? Because I have no desire to get some new disease which may lead to leg amputation, we turned around and headed back to camp.
Third Time In Cable Canyon Was a Charm
The third time was great. This time it was a completely different experience. There were Kat, Cal, Jennifer and Me. Kat had done several canyons before, and Cal had done a few. Cal is fit, and an experienced rock climber. Jennifer had done one canyon before, Keyhole. Comparing Keyhole and Cable is like comparing a peck on your check from grandma and a game of tonsil hockey with the head cheerleader. It’s safe to say Jennifer didn’t have much of a clue.
Things were going well in Cable Canyon. We enjoyed the hike through the greyish sandstone walls. They closed down a little and then opened up again constantly teasing the next obstacle. It continued like this for an hour with several downclimbs and an occasional rap. The first major obstacle was in the first pothole section.