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| Elevenmile Dome in morning light |
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| Cindy demonstrates the depth of erosion slits in Wagontongue Road |
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| More erosion damage to Wagontongue, prior to the recent heavy rains, which necessitated release of massive amounts of water from the dam and evacuation of the canyon. |
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| Wagontongue erosion gully; this was two heavy rainstorms ago. |
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| Turret Dome, first pitch of the Sunshine Slabs (5.3, 200') under threatening skies that would, later, produce both rain and soft hail as your ever-lovin' Ronin led up the waves of granite. |
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| Cindy Gray; partner, handler, tireless explorer, faithful belayer and incredible adventure companion, who was also kind enough to marry me. |
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| Going for a jacket as the rain starts to fall. |
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| Cleaning the last piece, at the top of the first pitch. |
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| "What!?! I'm WORKING here!" |
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| My queen, my wife, my love; Cindy Gray |
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| Bucket list: fishing Elevenmile Canyon on free fishing weekend. |
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| Wild iris nursery |
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| Got boulders? |
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| Relaxin' in the shade of the Scoop Wall |
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| The run-out start of Head Over Squeals, a heady 5.9 I mistakenly started as the 5.6 warm-up I was looking for. |
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| We found a pond on top of the Backstreet Wall! |
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| Miss Cindy and a pair of REALLY white legs (photo darkened to protect the audience) |
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| Home sweet home: the upper dozen campsites in Springer Gulch Campground. |
