After I landed on the creek bed, I unhooked my equipment. Eddie followed. Like Gretchen, he was far more graceful than I’d been.
Father Pat came down so fast that I thought he’d lost control. Turns out that little s**t was an experienced rock climber. He’d scaled cliffs throughout Europe. When he joined Eddie and me at the bottom of the canyon, he drolly offered to give us tips for future rock climbing and rope work.
Fleet was as good as Father Pat. He made it down in 90 seconds.
Fleet stuffed the climbing gear into a bag, which he set it next to large boulder near the hanging rope. After checking our hiking equipment, we set off.
We did the half-mile to the ruins in ten minutes. The trail along Conaqua Creek was smooth and easy. The petroglyphs lay on the northern tip of Schnebly Tank
