Continued from above post.
Boom!
Ray got out of bed in time to enjoy the last bit of the early morning. That little pool you see there, just to the right of the main cascade, right past Ray, was the best for lounging, getting water, washing, whatever. We spent a good bit of the morning being lazy in or around it, especially as the day started warming.
I brought him up to the little fall.
Kinda reminds me of the prismatic hot springs in Yellowstone. But this water definitely isn't hot
Basking after the night.
Enjoyable little cascade. We stuck around for a bit to soak up the sun for a little as it started to fill the canyon.
The lazy clouds cast dappled morning light on the surrounding canyon walls and peaks. Eventually, we hit the trail again.
Beautiful. Of course, these meager pics don't do it justice, sorry

. Looking back SW along the canyon.
View south.
SW view further along the trail.
Heading east on the trail.
More ethereal scenery.
Don't know if photobucket offers enough quality, but, where's Waldo? We're almost to Register Creek and Muir Gorge here.
My first glimpse of the Muir Gorge. This is pretty much right above the confluence of the Tuolumne with Register Creek and the creek that comes through Rodgers Canyon.
Zoom.
Different angle from a little farther along the trail. My plan was to traverse Muir Gorge coming down river (since it's a dry year), but I wanted to check the outlet at the west and down-river end of the gorge to make sure I could get out (there's one deep pool you have to jump into and swim; I wanted to verify my beta that I wouldn't be jumping into a bowl I couldn't get out of). So, I'd be getting off trail later to check out the end pictured here.
Views SW along the river, taken from the crossing of Rodgers Canyon creek. Ray took a break here, so I reconnoitered ahead to scout the way down to the west end of Muir Gorge.
I was so focused on the off-trail scout, that when I turned a corner on the trail, BAM!, I was hit with the most spectacular surprise at the Register Creek crossing. There are few times when I've actually sucked in a breath in surprise, and this was one. Check out this freaking grotto! Mountain creek falling gently (this year) into an emerald pool, the clarity of which strikes a crystal note in one's soul.
Let's take a closer look shall we?
This is the stuff of myth, legend, Tolkeinesque reverie. I half expected a magical door on the other end of the pool... surely such a mystical grotto is the foyer to some world of incomprehensible beauty...
You know I had to swim in it. Anyone read the Hyperion Cantos by Dan Simmons? I imagined this would be the baptism for Templars, those worshipers of Muir. Oh, let me tell you, it was one frigid baptism
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See, I am already one with nature, beloved by all. Bwahhaahah

After the swim and standing in the Register Creek fall, it was time to move on and scout out the west end of Muir Gorge.
Wait a minute, let's take a look at it again, shall we? You can't leave a place like this without long, lingering, looks. Ok. Had enough? If so, let's continue on. If not, you're welcome to stay a bit
So, I left Ray to chill at the magical grotto, and I scrambled down to the western terminus of Muir Gorge. Here we are... now to see if I can find the big pool I'd have to swim.
Further in.
After a short jaunt, I was brought to a halt because I had run out of dry boulders to hop. I had my camera on me and wasn't set up to get wet with confidence (d'oh). I had anticipated being able to scramble out of the water all the way to the pool, silly me. Should have gotten equipped for a dunking before going down. Oh well.
A little bit farther, can peek a little further up the gorge. (I know this picture is pretty much the same as the last one. Too bad

) Seeing as it was already getting a bit late in the day, I decided to shelve the Gorge exploration until tomorrow morning, fit it into our schedule somehow. In retrospect, I should have just gone back up to the trail and rejoined Ray, geared up for immersion, then gone back down to fully scout all the way to the pool since the rest of the day would be just getting to and chilling at camp on the dome above the gorge.
I rejoined Ray, then we loaded up on water at Register Creek since camping up on the dome above the gorge would be a dry camp. Situations like that is why I carry a 2L evernew bladder and 2x1L bottles. Here's Ray gettin topside on the dome.
View north from the top of the dome.
Grand Mtn. really is grand! Eastern end of Muir Gorge area is visible.
Zoom. Water level looks doable, but it's still iffy solo. The rocks are slippery, and it's very easy to twist/break something. Easy enough when you're boulder hopping dry stuff, but sometimes it looked like there was no other option but to go down some little fall, which can be sketchy at best. It's ok here, but getting closer to the gorge (not pictured) presented a few sketchier areas. I decided I'd just attempt to get to the big pool from up-river tomorrow morning when the sun got into the gorge (for some warmth), and decide then on whether or not I wanted to trust my beta and take a gamble on swimming through to the west end without having verified a safe-outlet myself.
So, for the rest of the afternoon, there was nothing left but to chill out, take in the views. Grand Mountain, again, to our southeast.
Colby Mountain, to our southwest.
Looking north to wall separating the grand canyon from Rodgers Canyon.
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View east back along the river, whence we came.
My attempt to get the Milky Way with the pitiful sensor and optics on my P&S. Exercise in futility, I know. I can get an impression of it if I mess with the display of the image, but, here are some stars
Ray opted to sleep out in his bag this night since mosquitoes weren't a problem up on the relatively windy dome. I wanted to practice setting up my duomid with rock anchors in a windy spot. I didn't find enough easily movable rocks that weighed enough to keep tarp taut in wind. As a result, I woke pretty early in the morning to a good bit of flapping since the wind had loaded the tarp sides and moved my anchors. I suspected that would happen to some extent given the few rocks I used, but I hadn't thought it would be as annoying as it became. So, experience gained for next time: put in effort to move heavy rocks, or use deadmen anchors with good size piles of rocks. One can never be lazy if one wants a good night's sleep...
Next couple of days comin tomorrow.