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But where the asphalt ended, so did any semblance of a trail. It turns out the only way to slug your way up the narrows is to basically just dive right in. That water is not ice cold -- it's just plain-old cold, about like tap water from the sink in spring. In other words, enough to make your feet go numb in a couple of minutes. There's no sun in this narrow slot of canyon. Oh well, how bad can it be? |
