An unorthodox excursion at Ousel.
On Friday night, I sat at a friend's house sipping drinks when a longtime buddy walked in. I hadn’t seen Dylan since winter, and even then it was only for a day. After a few beers and a night’s worth of bullshitting, he outlined a plan to hit Lower Ousel Falls the next morning. My only commitment fell in the afternoon—he needn’t say more. At 8am the following day, we were joined by friends Ethan, Austin, and Izaak and headed down the canyon.