A few friends and I were canyoneering outside of Flagstaff, Arizona when it began to rain. Two of the friends had done the trip before, and the rest of us were along for the ride! About half way through the canyon, it began to rain. And when it rains in Arizona, its usually pouring. After an hour of pelting rain, we realized we were going to encounter a flash flood while still in the box canyon. We were wildly unprepared for both rain, and for the climb out of the canyon we were about to do. We had no choice but to start climbing up to get out of the riverbed. This threw us off the main trail, and in to the wilderness of the high desert. Because two of the friends were trail veterans, we did not have a map of the area. With no water, and a few rattlesnake encounters later, we continuing ascending up this crumbly limestone wall until we hit a plateau. Then we walked till dark trying to link back to the trail that would eventually take us back to the car. We never found it, and only had one headlamp between the five of us. So we slept outside, huddling for warmth, and waiting for sunrise. Long story short we found our way back to the car, and came out of this crazy adventure wet and cold, but unharmed.