Hell's Half Acre Redux
November 18, 2021
We returned to Hell's Half Acre with new hiking buddy Susan Z-M, hoping to make it all the way to the slots after stumbling upon the cairned trail on our
Funny how much easier it is when you know the way! We made good time and within an hour we had reached the confluence where we skittered down the nose of ridge six weeks ago.
Soon the crenelated cliffs reared up from the canyon floor.
Just around the corner was the first slot on Doug Scott's map of the area.
There was a large boulder wedged in the mouth of the canyon. Over, or under!
We immediately plunged into a fairyland of extremely narrow passageways and giant chokestones
Indiana Jones stuff!
The slot eventually became clautrophobic for me, and I retraced my steps and admired the mountains of black bear poop while Dennis and Susan pressed on to the end of the slot.
And they were still smiling!
A final dash of Fall color. There are rumored to be more than 20 slots in the area. Next time we'll plan on camping and more time to explore!