I remember this day so well. 1st trip to Canon Tajo, February or March in the early '80s and a wrong turn led to this muddy fiasco - digging and jacking until the day was done, moving only inches. With the moon rising and the coyotes howling, we made camp and built a fire. Andy created the Killer Tuna-Melt Sandwich on the Coleman stove, and the moon set as we waited to try again the next day.
