I don't have any pictures of our descent, because by that time my knee was in agony with every step. Keely has diagnosed it as a Meniscus Tear, a poopy little problem that takes months to heal. What it did for me was remove any control I had over my left leg on the down stroke. I tried crab walking to relieve the pain, but that just sapped my strength faster. I was taking frequent rests (like every 5 to 10 minutes) and Keely was beginning to wilt in the heat. I finally convinced her to go to the bottom ahead of me and find shade and wait for me while I stumped my way down. People kept stopping and asking if I was OK. Nobody offered me their walking stick, but they were all concerned. I finally reached the bottom where I lay in a tunnel for nearly an hour trying to get enough strength to make the last ½ mile run all in one shot. We reached camp at 11:00am, well into the time the rangers say only lizards and idiots are on the trail. 110 degrees when we got there.