I followed the water, which sent me up the south branch, where the canyon splits.
I subsequently found myself negotiating some rather difficult waterfall and cascade obstacles. At least the beautiful scenery would provide a lovely graveyard site if I fell.
At some point I was above the water and scrambling up the steep, loose headwall.
The wall was so steep with no real holds that I had to turn my palms inward and brace them against the sides of narrow runoff channels in order to propel myself upward at a radical angle. At one point I slipped and fell about fifteen or twenty feet before catching one of a few stable rocks. I kept ascending in a sketchy manner until my turnaround alarm went off.
So I turned around, perhaps a few hundred feet from the ridge. I slid down the wall on my butt, tearing up the seat of my pants.
Downclimbing the waterfalls proved scary, but I managed to not fall. On a couple of them I used some rather unpleasant bypasses, but the other ones did not have obvious bypasses, and I was probably doing Class 4 or 5 moves with not-that-solid and tiny holds.
It gets really maze-like in the upper reaches of Grizzly Gulch and navigation was also an issue.








 I'll be on the sidelines with Rico cheering you on.
 I'll be on the sidelines with Rico cheering you on.

