your other left foot

Needless to say, by this time, we found our faith in our expedition leaders greatly tested. Even now, I'm not sure what possessed them to even attempt climbing down in the first place since from the top it was really difficult to discern that there were enough safe footholds in the side of the cliff.

"Don't hold on to the rocks, hold on to the roots!"
"Of these weeds????? You're kidding!!"
"Yes, grab the roots! The rocks are slippery."
(They did later get slippery.)
"No, no put your foot up."
"What?? My legs can't go that way!"
"I meant your left foot."
"Your left foot."
"This is my left foot!!"
"No, your other left foot!!"

And because the cliff was shaped in such a way that occluded the view of the hikers left at the top, Kelling et. al. had to repeat their muddled instructions several times before everyone was safely on the ground. The last climbers wisely chose to ignore them by that point.

After 10-15 minutes more of bushwhacking, we ended up walking right up to the boys' tents. I still don't understand how that happened.