Rocks and water-- two of my favorite things. Throw in a crew that pulls down hard, a clutch of beers, a boat and a sunshade and even a lotus-eater would be hard pressed to imagine a finer day. That being said, don't go deep water soloing at Saguaro Lake!!! If you do, it is likely that you will die.
Jack White may have fought piranhas, but he never pulled down eighty pound blocks of rotten volcanic tuff on his head-- not while dangling his tenders off a cliff-side thirty or forty feet above a flooded canyon floor in the middle of the desert. That's why Jack White ain't a member of Team Tuesday. Victories over gravity count around here, and big, bold, bad-assedness, too. Fish are for eating because it is of dubious gentlemanly merit to fight something with no elbows.
Team Tuesday may be diminished by one (and soon by two), but we did not die at Saguaro Lake. It probably isn't entirely accurate to say we triumphed, either, but we climbed and we fell and we ripped gigantic pieces of the canyon off in our hands.
Joe called it 'deep-water choss-a-neering'. The trick, besides just figuring out how to haul your soggy ass out of the water in the first place, is to proceed delicately up the walls figuring what holds you can trust, what holds you can't, and what holds you're willing to take a chance on, and then to go for it. Falling is inevitable. The only thing you can hope for is that you don't pull off a chunk big enough to knock you out, or, if you get Gripped and don't let go, pull you down to the bottom of the lake.
It isn't easy to get good video from an aluminum rent-a-boat. Especially when the winds and the goons in the kinds of boats that only coke-lords should be driving are making you blow every shot... It isn't easy at all, but we got a little film.... Enjoy -C-
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