Trip report for Southern Utah - Early May, 2001

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The beauty of Southern Utah is staggering. Deep canyons, fantastic rock formations, golden eagles, peregrine falcons, and Ansazi ruins. Frogs singing by desert springs under a full moon, their calls of love echoing up and down the canyon like strange Gregorian chants. There is everything a soul seeking solitude and beauty in the wilderness could desire. Enough of superlatives. The following pictures will do much more than my prose.
Mark taking in a quintessential Utah Canyon.
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A wider but no less impressive canyon.
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We climbed up to a narrow ledge to check out a perfect square kiva. If you look closely you can just see me in front of the kiva. High up on this ledge I got a brief sense of what it might be like to live like the Anasazi.
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A beautiful two level ruin. Acutally it's three levels if you count the sunken round kiva in the forground. The exposed timbers and twigs are part of the kiva's roof.
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Removal of any artifacts is strictly forbidden. Some visitors have collected pottery fragments and other arifacts and placed them near the ruins for all to see. This is a nice example of the black and white geometric patterned Anasazi pottery.
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Mark and Peter negotiating a slot.
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This is one of hundreds of fantastic rock formations we saw during the trip.
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Day 1 at 9:00 AM. My usual luck with weather. Not what one expects in Southern Utah in May.
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Day 1 at 2:00 PM. Mark and Peter are waiting out a squall of snow and sleet under an overhang. We are discussing whether to hike 2 miles back to the car for the tent. We finally decided not to get the tent but to blame me if the tarp is not sufficient shelter.
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Alan and Peter warming up with a bit of hot chocolate and a splash of spirits. We never did use the tarp and slept out in the open every night of the trip.
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Our water supply: a lush, spring-fed desert oasis. It was near here that we camped and listened to the frogs singing under a full moon.
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Adventure Alan getting a close look at particulary nice pictograph. This one is of a breech birth.
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Possibly my favorite ruins of the trip. A 100% intact round kiva and dwelling.
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A neat slickrock staircase. Part of our route out of the canyon.
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Mark and Peter heading down a slickrock route into another canyon.
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Getting deeper into the canyon on a steep sandstone face.
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Peter at the bottom of a deep slickrock basin.
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The pool below an enormous pouroff, fed from the basin in the photo above.
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Further down canyon. A natural arch, hoodoos and spires.
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Ruins in a seldom visited side canyon.
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Mid day: Peter next to a deep, spring-fed slickrock pool.
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A familar sight of desert blooms below the towering rock of the canyon walls.
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Mark settling in for some relaxation after a long hot hike up the dusty canyon.
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Peter waking up. I've just told him that coffee is ready. Not a bad view to start your day with.
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Packing up the last morning. The day's water is in the 2 Platys in the foreground. The dark amorphous shape at my feet is a GoLite Breeze pack (yet to be stuffed).
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Mark tackling a bit of class 3 on his way to the canyon rim.
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The intrepid crew showing a bit of skin in the parking lot after the trip. Mark and I are demonstating impressive farmer tans.
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