Down to the Canyons of Utah
Another year of the spiritual spaces and beauty of the canyons and mesa.
Dawn on a ledge 600 feet above the Escalante. Our last campsite.
Cottonwoods glowing in early morning light.
A wash in late afternoon sun.
Finally working our way to the the mid-day shade of a deep Escalante canyon.
Our trip began with the most exciting 4-wheeling either of us has ever done. Apparently, Kane County is not interested in grading
roads to trail heads.
We arrived at trailhead at an earlybird 3:00pm (note low sun) and jumped in.
Starting off always requires a walk "into nowhere". Somewhere in this vast expanse of slickrock we needed to drop into a deep canyon
at a very specific place.
We've located the right spot and are preparing to downclimb into the canyon.
Into a sunlit wash that feeds into the Escalante River
We walked for about five hours before dropping our stuff at this arch campsite surrounded with fragrant sage.
As we approach the Escalante, the canyon walls get higher and shade increases
Al got to see her first real Indian ruins, a granary. How they got up there,
is anybody's guess.
Finally, walking down the canyon of the Escalante with its orange-red mid-day light
With river levels at record lows (snow pack 40% of normal) crossing the Escalante was not difficult. We crossed or waded it
often to get better footing and faster hiking on the benches on either side of the river. Frequent crossings left our feet wet
all day. The next morning, we again got to put on our wet shoes.
It seemed every bend was an opportunity for a new photograph.
We entered a side canyon and headed for the rim. As we climbed past the Kayenta, we passed
this detached pillar of Navajo sandstone.
In early evening, we climbed up a striated sandstone ramp past old Indian caves.
Our first view. The gorge of the Escalante is below (behind the green bushes, not seen in this photo) and the white Navajo
domes of Circle Cliffs in the distance. Al is standing below the arrow in the next picture
A breathtaking perch
Nearly 1,000 feet above the Escalante, a superb view
Alan climbed a few dicey slabs to get a bit higher. A Navajo dome at the top of our world.
A close-up of the flowers in the lower right corner of the previous picture.
We climbed back down to a dream campsite at a spring-fed desert oasis. A waterfall sits right next to our sleeping bags.
We slept to the frogs singing (croaking) to us all night... ALL NIGHT.
Sleeping-bag-view the next morning.
Moving down the Escalante again. This tower marks an abandoned meander where the Escalante used to run.
We did more bouldering up clogged streambeds and bushwhacking thru willows and tamarisk than we wanted.
Spring pools not shown on any map....a surprising find given the severe drought.
A jagged wingate tower above the pools.
On our last night, we climbed 600 feet above the Escalante River to camp on this ledge.
A Long-nosed Leopard Lizard kept us company on the ledge.
Sunset view from our camp.
A bit later in the evening --- the other direction.
And a stunning dawn view from our campsite the next morning.
After taking photos. We left camp and walked along ledges on the canyon wall (described as "the finest ledge walk in
the Escalante"). After we were over the canyon rim it was a very long march without stopping through sand and Navajo domes.
Difficult overland navigation and blazing desert sun. We were though all 4 L of water each by the time we reached the car at
3:00 pm. Zero food and zero water after 7 days is excellent planning on our part.
Trail head and our car which blessedly has a spare gallon of water in the back.