We hit Socorro Sat Afternoon. T'was a lovely 90+ degree day....and yes, we were MELTING like the Wicked witch. (anything over 90 makes us crazy/grumpy after 25 years in the high country)
We headed north out of Socorro to Lemitar, paralleling the freeway on a frontage road before hitting gravel and heading NW to San lorenzo Canyon.
After awhile the road turns into the wash and you follow that for quite awhile before it turns back into a road.
About 4 miles in you start to see the rock formations/cliffs and you enter into a small canyon. Here we took a right turn...driving directly up a slot canyon to the point (3 good curves, maybe 1/3 mile in) where the canyon bottom dead ends. (probably NOT a good place to be in a wicked rainstorm, but with no rain forecasted we went for it anyway)
According to my oldest son, there are 2 slot canyons here and a myriad of smaller side canyons. I'm guestimating they are roughly 150 ft deep. We found a small pool of mud/water at the base of what is a season flow/waterfall but no other water...
And on that note, we also had a visit from some...um....geez...what else do you call a drunk but a drunk that I can post here? Anywayz...late Sat night we heard voices, then saw 3 shadowy figures walking up the canyon towards camp. Our dogs went off....but they kept walking towards us. They also had a dog.......
About 20 ft away this drunk B**** starts slurrin' her words and babbling on and on (what an UGLY drug alcohol is) about hiking to "the waterfall". We TRY to tell er there is NO WATER....thus..no WATERFALL but she gets all huffy and tells us we "don't own this canyon"...then proceeds to wlak right THROUGH our camp and the circle of chairs we were sitting in...kicking sand around and being an ***hole and stirring up tons of dust...
I was ready to deck her *** on the spot....as she got more and more billigerent towards us. the dogs were all tagled in their leashes..and she acted like WE were in HER space. She pressed on through camp...almost falling in the charcoal fire we had built for dinner (too bad...).
What saved it all was her own stupidity/drunkiness... as there is a good 5 ft drop/rise one must climb to get into the canyon where the "Waterfalll" is. It was PITCH BLACK as the moon had yet to rise...and these clowns had NO flashlights...
She was badmouthing us the entire time as she went over to the entrance
to the slot canyon and TRIED to climb up. All we heard was a >>THUNK