Woody Canyon

Homeless people would scatter at our stench. Zombies would wince, not even tempted to nibble. It was a fetid, slimy, bubbling mess to conquer.

Steph, Micah and I challenged the dankest of the dank, Woody Canyon, on September 1st, 2013.

After a hefty dose of rain in Ticaboo two nights prior, we were certain that we would be greeted with a gloriously full freshwater canyon. Instead, we were greeted with a dead skunk in the very first pothole we encountered. It was to set the theme of the day.

Despite the stank, it was one of the best canyon experiences we've ever had. VERY fun. Huge potholes, tall partner assists, sketchy stemming, scenic towering walls, and a lengthy section not too different from the prime cut of Little Wild Horse.

Micah is a kick-ass teammate. Steph always shines in canyons like this. It was great to share the day with them.

Pothole Warrior