The hike out was long and hard--especially since we'd been couch potatoes for so long this winter. We'd both been on two hikes that week before this one, and I'd gone on one the day before so we were kind of warmed up...but not enough! I slipped and fell at least twice on the slickrock, Dave twisted his ankle and did a face plant into a blackbrush. OUCH! We limped to my car, drove home and watched a movie. It was a challenge we both enjoyed and needed. We admitted to each other we were both wishing for jet packs, helicopters....anything.
This is me hiking out of the alcove. We had to hike back down to the ledge to actually begin the climb out of the canyon. I asked Dave if he'd ever go back, and he said yes, with a helicopter!