A little while later, I reached the end of the ridge, then descended into a broad gulley that led west toward the Charons Garden parking lot. However, I came upon another small, 200 foot tall bouldery peak. So, I decided to climb to the top. Halfway up, I reached a 10 foot cliff. After a couple of easy class 5 moves, I traversed around ledges and found a class 3 approach to the summit. All in all it was an easy peak to climb. However, the class 5 down climb of the cliff was lingering in the back of my mind. I really hate down climbing cliffs! I didn't mention that the ledge leading back to the cliff is downsloping, which caused tremendous surges of adrenaline to flow through my body. I carefully made my way down to the edge of the cliff, and noticed a small pocket hold. I cleaned out the dirt from this hold, grasped it tightly with my right hand, and went for it, slowly lowering my body out past the cliff and then down. My legs were dangling about 4 feet above the ground, over a couple of small rocks. Without giving it a second thought, I jumped, and luckily didn't twist/break a leg. Unfortunately, I slashed open a gash in the palm of my right hand...luckily I got a tetanus booster shot a couple of years ago.
This experience was definitely an adventure in my opinion. I climbed the cliff, despite knowing that it would probably have to be down climbed later. But that is what adventure is all about...embracing uncertainty and fear, and going forward despite it all.