While in St. George, everyone got the opportunity to see what Christy affectionately calls "The Crack." It's a tiny little fissure in the earth in the barren, red rock wilderness of St. George. It's really interesting. And you've got to be skinny to get through it. So, needless to say, I didn't really attempt it, but I got some pictures.
This is where it gets really tight. I got up to just a bit beyond Krista (the girl in the khaki pants and navy shirt) and had to stop. In fact, if you click on the picture, you can probably see my legs beyond her and to the right.
And that's basically it. Danny and I didn't really fit, so we found a different way up to the top.
See? This spot is not nearly as bad. Just a couple parts where I had to really use my non-existent upper body strength. That made me a little tired, then subsequently sore.
But in Danny's defense, he's really not a big guy. This crack was only for the uber skinny. Danny tried to get through twice, but to no avail. Our little jaunt up to the top was more fun anyway.
I realize I could have just added this to the last post, but that one was very, VERY long and by the time I got all those videos uploaded, I was DONE writing about this trip. Consequently, I haven not included pictures or description about going to Iggy's Bar and Grill for lunch just before going to the crack, but really, all we did was eat lunch. Nothing quite as exciting as The Crack. Hope you've enjoyed all the pictures!
3 comments:
Oh man. Looking at everyone sqeezed into that crack makes my stomache hurt. I would rather watch that discusting video of the stitches.
In my family we call it "beavage". :)
I grew up down in the "Georgetown" and we call this place "Fat Man's Misery" though you are completely right about it being for the uber skinny. I haven't tried it since I was like 12.
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