Chester and I drove to the refuge to hike a completely new (to us) area... We met a couple from England, driving an '80 Land Rover that they brought with them from Gibralter... Nice couple!!
While talking to them, I let 44 idle... When I drove away from them, 44 sputtered and died... The main tank fuel pump wasn't pumping any fuel... I switched to the Aux tank and started her back up. I switched back to the min tank and the fuel pressure was 0 psi... Back to the Aux and on to the the trailhead... I'll have to look into my main fuel pump later.... Note: when we finished our hike and started home, I found the main fuel pump again working... Could be overheating/defective... I used it all the way home, with no problem.
We hiked to a gap in Fossil Ridge and up a drainage, to the summit.. Then down the other side...what started out to be an easy descent, turns into the roughest drainage I've ever hiked... numerous water-polished stone tubes or slides, that I descended with Chester right against my back... No problem, until we reached one with a 12' drop... We navigated it... Only to find the last dry waterfall was a 50' vertical drop, with sheer sides, on both sides of the tube.
Disheartening and disconcerting, to say the least... We had to climb back up three tubes, lifting Chester back up two of them... Then we found a spot that allowed us to summit a ridge, with a long view of the snow capped Spring Mountains.
We were able to descend to the bottom, by squatting on our haunches and 'skiing' down a slide, on soles of our boots... To be clear, I don't know whether Chester squatted or not... He stayed right against my backpack.
Once we were finally at the bottom, we were very tired, but we hiked the 3 miles around Fossil Ridge and back to 44... Ran out of water just before we reached 44.
Needless to say, I won't do that again... At the final obstacle, I seriously considered calling in a rescue, or an air strike... We were exhausted.