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As a certified geezer, I have accumulated several old backcountry buddies over the decades. Since the turn of the century, we’ve made an effort to get out together twice a year. This spring the company fit for service included Ed, who introduced me to climbing and XC [cross-country] skiing back in the 60’s, and Phil, Philosopher and Navy doctor from San Diego. And me. Our target was the lower Hole-In-The-Rock road, in the Staircase-Escalante National Monument.
Ed and I left Boulder in the middle of a snowstorm, wondering just what the hell we thought we were doing. The roads were icy all across the Rocky Mountains, but as soon as we got past Vail things dried out, leaving us to cope only with a surly, cold wind. On our way in to Grand Junction, we called Phil, to find he was stuck in the storm at the Denver Airport. We went on to Fruita, the last habitable place in Colorado. It was crawling with disgustingly slender and fit young mountain bikers, as usual in the spring. Phil finally cancelled out of dinner, then admitted he wasn’t going to be able to get there that night.
First thing in the morning we drove back to the Grand Junction airport to wait. Phil finally flew in mid-morning, and we made haste to hit the road for Utah. On through Beautiful Downtown Hanksville (pop. 200), out through Capitol Reef, over Boulder Mountain. We got an excellent meal, as usual, at the Burr Trail Grill, then headed out Hole-In-The-Rock in the waning afternoon.
The road had been decreed by Brigham Young, in a failed attempt to settle the San Juan River. A crew with wives and children worked for a year to force the route to the rim above the river. There they cut the Hole in the Rock, a slot down which they lowered wagons on ropes a thousand feet to the river. Past that they found the country got even less passable, and finally, exhausted, founded the town of Bluff.
Sign at the top of Hole-in-the-wall, to support the brief history |
The Straight Cliffs in the snow at 50 Mile Point; “There was a bitter wind....” |
Phil squeezing through Spooky Gulch |
View of Lake Powell from the top of Hole in the Wall |
At last, on the third day, we packed into Coyote Gulch. This is the prettiest side canyon of the Escalante River. The lower reaches are also flooded by the reservoir, but the best parts are higher up. I had been there once a decade ago, on the trip that celebrated Esther’s retirement. There were more people than before, but not intolerably. We only saw far too many down near the arches. Oddly, my vivid memories of the canyon didn’t match what we saw very well. A spooky thing, memory. There had been a two hundred year flood a few years ago, which did rearrange the furniture a bit.
On the previous visit we had been able to step across the creek; this time we had to jump. We needed to do this roughly once every ten minutes. As we descended the canyon, the cottonwood and box elder trees went from winter to early spring.
Jumping across the creek |
The first hint of green on the cottonwoods |
Camp on our dubious beach |
The next day we hiked down to Jacob Hamblin Arch.
And on to Coyote Natural Bridge.
At last we hiked out, a long hot duty for old men. But look what we saw on the way!
A spectacular undercut wall downstream of the Arch |
A typical view of the most spectacular part of the canyon |
Heading out toward the Red Well trailhead on a hot, tired day |
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Copyright © 2013 by Chuck Smythe
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Great pictures Chuck. Loved the story that went with them.
ReplyDeleteMe, too, Ed!
Deleteyes,thanks Chuck,..where do we apply for our certification? xxx susan
ReplyDeleteChuck, thank you for sharing the wonderful story of your trip. A few decades ago I did some hiking and mountain biking in that region, and never could fathom how the Mormon pioneers managed the Hole-In-The-Rock gambit. Giving the Devil his due, as they say, blowing out that opening and taking wagons through it was either an amazing act of faith, or a last gasp for desperate people with nothing left to lose.
ReplyDeleteAs I understand it, the motive was imperialism. Brigham Young wanted Mormons in possession of every habitable place in Utah. He commanded, and it was so. In this case he ordered a few dozen, mostly families, to build a road across little-explored (nearly impassable) wilderness. And they labored for, I think, a couple of years out there. A fascinating account of this strange society is Stone's Men To Match My Mountains. (Where's the font selector on this thing?)
DeleteForty days and nights with Moses sounds like a scout jamboree compared to the Mormons Hole-In-The-Rock undertaking.
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