Just below the col separating the west summit from the main summit of Devils Head, we turned eastward and followed some cairns and a beaten path to the crux--a three- or four-metre climb up an overhanging chockstone. We actually ascended a little to climber's left of the chockstone, and although some of the holds were small or awkward, the rock was solid and reliable. Keith had brought along a rope and harness and had also lent me an extra harness in case we had to rappel the crux on descent (there is a belay station just above the chockstone). As we cleared the crux, Keith remarked that he would undoubtedly rappel it on the way down, but I was still undecided. Further up, we enjoyed some more difficult and exposed scrambling before topping out on the broad summit plateau. Keith and I relaxed for an hour at the summit before retracing our steps. Just above the crux, Keith took out his rope, and we both donned our harnesses. Though I still wanted to down-climb the crux, Keith convinced me to do so with a fireman's belay, and he also gave me a quick lesson on rappelling. When we were both ready, Keith ran his rope through the belay station and rappelled the crux, and I followed by down-climbing the same spot while he belayed me from below. In retrospect, I found the down-climb to be easier than expected, and even though I felt the belay to be unnecessary, I appreciated both the added security and the opportunity to learn a new mountaineering skill.
We carefully descended the access gully without incident, but just when I thought the rest of the trip was going to be smooth sailing as we worked our way back across the scree below the immense south face, I triggered a small landslide that was reminiscent of my out-of-control spill on Mount Chephren years ago. The irony of getting road rash on one of the "easier" parts of the mountain was not lost on me as I treaded more cautiously down the remainder of the ridge. The hike out was wearisome, and it did not help that the hot sun was blazing down on our backs for much of the way or that we inadvertently climbed up one of the last obstacles on the ridge by mistake. My GPS came in handy when we were trying to find our way back to the base of the cliffs above the drainage. The descent down the steep slope above the waterfall was probably the worst part of the whole trip, and we were quite happy to be walking horizontally again at the bottom. We eventually forded the Ghost River and retrieved our bicycles for the easy ride back to my car (round-trip time of 11.5 hours). In his trip report, Nugara ranked Devils Head as one of his "favourite scrambles of all time", and now I understand why.