Baxter 085

I managed to reach one of the few flat pads and creek access well before the light faded and knew it was best to bed down rather than keep going. In a way, the confounding forest and the false pass may have saved me from trying to descend all the way before dark. That would have been a bad move because the second half of the descent was hellish and I needed all my morning wits and energy to do it. My last Slim Jim amounted to dinner.