The frist picture is just after climbing the rock wall. There was no great way to cross from one side to the other - you were forced to stay on the edge of the wall where the water was shallow, but there was no way I was standing up on those slicker-than-snot-on-a-doorknob rocks when a 40 foot drop was waiting on the other side. There was nothing to do really but a most ungraceful butt-scoot.
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