Sorry I am logging this so late but we just came across our log notes from our summer vacation. I've got a bit of a story to tell from this cache. I told my wife that I would go and find this cache while she and the kids were napping in the tent. I told her that I would be gone about 30 minutes or so. I quickly found my way up the fin, finding the bowl. It was a beautiful viewing area! From up there I spied a small arch a little bit away. I figured that if I could get down off the fin on the opposite side from the campground, I could check out the arch and still be back in time before the wife got worried. Well, best laid plans do not always go as...well...as planned. I scrambled/slid down a short section of slick rock to a ledge where I thought I would be able to hop across a small gap to the next rock, which would lead off the fin.
After sliding to the ledge, I realized that my depth perception was a bit off as it was about a 10 foot vertical drop and an 8 foot horizontal jump...requiring a perfect jump to a small ledge that was about one square foot wide. That was not going to happen. So I turned around to climb back up the sloped rock I had just slid down. Oh No...it was too steep and slippery for me climb! I quickly realized that I was stuck. Of course I was on the opposite side of the fin from the campground, it was very windy, I was alone, and no one knew which direction I had gone...how many basic backcountry rules had I broken??? As I calmed my initial panic, I sat down to assess my situation. I did have our small caching pack along with a water bottle. What else was in there that may help me?? I found my multitool that had been missing for a month! I began chipping away small hand and footholds in the sandstone (sorry nps, I did not want to die out there or pay for a rescue). After about an hour and a few blisters, I had what seemed to be enough. So I gave it a try. Not enough...I slid back down. I tried again...no luck. I now realized I had been gone for about an hour and a half and that my wife would probably only give me a little bit longer before calling the rangers. So, I turned and scooted close to the edge and again contemplated a jump to that tiny ledge.
Could I make it? Should I try? My legs were shaking so badly, I could have been mistaken for Elvis. I sat down, calmed down, said a prayer, and then prepared to jump. One, two, three....jump. I don't think I have ever hit something so hard before. Amazingly, I made the jump. I am writing this log six months later and my right big toenail is about to fall off from the bruise. I limped my way back to the campsite and took a well deserved tongue lashing from my wife. She told me that she had been thinking, "he better be dead or I'm going to kill him!" In actuality, she would never do that. In retrospect, I made some pretty poor decisions with regard to wilderness travel. However, I am convinced that there were a couple of guardian angels helping me across that jump. There is no other way I would have made it. So, the moral of the story...at least for this cache...don't try and get down from this fin on the opposite side from the campground! Take the long route to that arch you can see!! Thanks for the great adventure...I am grateful I am here to tell it!!!