10/24 Day 10

Right now I think I'd be perfectly happy if I never saw sand again.  I'm camped at Upper Spanish Bottom with a group of 13 people from WA, all the employers, employees, family members, etc. of a kayak outfitters/guide company.  They've all been very friendly and helpful.  This morning I got out of camp an hour earlier than usual but spent probably two hours with T&J looking for the ruins in Jasper Canyon.  The ruins themselves weren't really worth looking for, but way in the back of the canyon, dripping water from above had created some strange and amazing erosion patterns in the rock below.

We had a really hard time finding this ruin but Jim was the one who eventually spotted the trail that led to it and the ruin itself.

Self-portrait

Several miles downriver I stopped at the mouth of Water and Shot Canyons to eat lunch and debated whether to hike in.  I'm so glad I did, because it was absolutely gorgeous.  A spring created several clear pools and made for a more green landscape than in some of the other side canyons.  Shot Canyon leads into the Maze, which is an incredible place to see and hike, but it's very difficult to get into.  Some day I'd like to do this trip again and spend a whole day hiking into the Maze from Shot and maybe spend a night there too.  Or I could rent a Jeep and get in by land.  The Chevy hatchback I've got now just won't cut it.  On this hike, I saw a collared lizard who seemed happy to pose while I took his picture.  He even waited until I said, "thank you, beautiful," and turned the camera off before taking off running.  I also ran into Asher, a New Zealander who is part of this group of 13.

The canyon splits into two; Water on the left, Shot on the right.

As I was leaving Shot, I noticed that the wind had picked up quite a bit but I was determined to get to Spanish Bottom before sundown.  I still had about six miles to go, and they were pretty brutal.  I expected the wind to be less intense below the confluence but I think it turned out to be a little worse.  I was pretty exhausted, a little dehydrated, and very hungry by the time I arrived because stopping for even a moment meant my boat turning sideways in the river and allowing fatigue to set in.

Windblown, exhausted, and famished but still good-lookin' and happy.  I'm still lusting after that Mistral kevlar canoe next to mine.

The paddlers from WA welcomed me to share the site and seemed pretty impressed at my taking on both the solo paddle and the larger month-long trip.  After some frustration at having sand blown into my tent in spite of having the fly staked out with some MSR blizzard stakes lent by one of the families, I moved to a slightly sloped area that was out of the wind and settled in for the night.

10/22 & 10/23 Days 8 & 9

Buttes of the Cross - So named because they looked to the members of the Powell expedition like a cross lying down.  When they passed it a day or so later they discovered that it was in fact two separate buttes.

Today I finally felt like I was really enjoying this trip.  It was hard, yesterday, thinking that maybe I was never going to really appreciate this trip I've been looking forward to; at least not until it was over.  The odd thing is, I had what should have been a really good day yesterday.  I hiked through the abandoned meander and saw the arch Mike mentioned.  I missed some really good petroglyphs but found some (rather less interesting) others as well as a slot canyon that had stagnant water in the bottom.

Cryptic little glyphs.  I meant to show these to Mike the shuttle driver and ask about them but never got around to it.

The petroglyphs that I missed were on the sandstone tower pictured here; I couldn't get close because I never found the trail that led to it.

I paddled 14 miles before setting up camp on a sand bar with Cathy and Rod, right across from the Sphinx.  I also had the best night's sleep I've ever gotten in a tent and saw a few shooting stars.  Rod built another fire last night for the three of us.

I guess my heart just wasn't in it until today.  And today actually was a great day.  Labyrinth Canyon (broader, more open, sort of tier-cake-shaped) turned into Stillwater Canyon (narrower, V-shaped).

How did anyone even get up there?  This cliff dwelling was a stone's throw from our campsite.

You can barely see where the dwelling is tucked into the cliffside here.

Around lunchtime, I joined Jim and Terri at Turk's Head (though we couldn't figure out how it might have gotten its name) for a hike to find some cliff dwelling ruins.  I saw a cairn on a ledge and climbed up to see what might be up there.  My observance was rewarded when I saw a small dwelling in a nook above me.

Turk's Head

After climbing up to check it out and then back down, I ran into T&J again and they told me to follow the trail a little further to find some more ruins.  Sure enough, there were three in close proximity so I climbed up to check them out as well.  All were so tiny and shallow I had to wonder if they were really used as homes.  A single person couldn't stretch out to sleep on the floors of most. [I later learned that these probably served as grain storage rather than homes.]  Greg and Stephanie and Rod and Cathy both showed up as we were on our way back out.  The latter couples, though they launched the same day, have an extra day before their scheduled pick-up.

T&J told me they planned to get as far as mile ten today, which is about what I was aiming for, and we ended up approaching Jasper Canyon at about the same time.  We're camped out on a sand bar in the middle of the river just across from Jasper because the mouth offered no real promise for campsites.  There are ruins in the canyon and we'd paddled over 17 miles today so none of use wanted to go any further.  The sand bar is nice, though, and we had another fire after dinner.  Tomorrow I may just skip looking for the ruins and try to get out as early as possible.  Though it's only about 9.5 miles to the confluence where the Green River meets up with the Colorado on its way to Lake Powell and the Grand Canyon, I want to have plenty of time to hike into Shot Canyon and then be done with paddling by the end of the day.  From here it's about 13 miles to Spanish Bottom, where there's a great hike to The Dollhouse formations and Beehive Arch.  I'd like to fit that one in on the last day before the jetboat arrives to pick us up.

10/21 Day 7

Launch Day!  I woke up good and early, loaded up the car, picked up some breakfast tacos from Eddie McStiff's (so good! and so full of veggies! and so cheap!), dropped some post cards at the post office, and arrived early at Tex's.  Pretty much everything went really smoothly right up to the launch, and Mike, the shuttle driver, was full of information about the river, various techniques, hikes, things to see, etc.  He was also very reassuring to me when I told him I'd never done a float trip or soloed for so long.

Shortly after I launched, I started feeling pretty excited to be on my way on the river, heading toward Canyonlands.  However, it didn't last, and I found myself thinking once again that maybe a month alone and away from home was way too much for me and maybe I should go home early.  So much had happened in the first week that maybe three more just weren't necessary.

Upheaval Dome, an eroded meteorite impact crater.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upheaval_Dome

I stopped at around 3:30 to make camp and hike to a watchtower ruins after 11 miles of paddling.  I mentioned my concerns to Rod and Cathy, a couple from Ohio who had also launched that day and planned to camp on the beach below the ruins.  Rod does a lot of solo trips and told me that mine were completely normal thoughts for one's first time out. 

One of the views from my afternoon hike.  The beginnings of our campsites are barely visible on the strip of sandbar below.

View in the opposite direction.  The river rounds a curve just beyond our campsite and leads to this surprising near-90º L-bend.

After hiking (tiny desert flowers! tiny fast lizards!) and making camp, I sat with Rod and Cathy, as well as Terri and Jim, a couple from CO, around a fire Rod had started in their fire pan.  It was really nice having a fire and people to talk to.

Navajo/Diné watchtower ruins

10/20 Day 6

Today was primarily a day to travel and prepare for the float trip, but I'm still so amazed by Monument Valley.  I'm also even more pleased than usual at my decision to shell out for a mesh-bodied tent.  I'd wake up in the night and turn my head to see the Mittens silhouetted by the starry sky.  I woke before dawn to see the colors of the sunrise warming the horizon so I got up to take photos.  I'm not sure whether the sunrise or sunset was prettier, but I loved them both.

Taken from the doorway of my tent.  Heck yes.

After breakfast, I hiked the 3.2 mile loop around the West Mitten.  Down on the valley floor, I was able to get some great views of even more of the monuments.  At one point, stopped in my tracks because the air smelled so sweet.  I turned and realized that shrubs full of yellow blooms were giving off the fragrance.  It was a lovely scent and a nice thing to suddenly notice.

East Mitten Butte, framed by a juniper

The "back" of West Mitten Butte

After that, it was on to Moab.  I would have liked to make a side trip to Natural Bridges Nat'l. Monument but I was tired and it was too far out of the way.  The hike to see all three is an all-day one and I figure if you're going to do something, do it right.  And this is especially true of viewing natural bridges.  Besides, I really wanted a shower and a nap if I had the time.  Oddly enough, shortly after I arrived at the hostel, Stefan pulled into the parking lot as I was unloading my car.  I wanted to ask where he'd been since Kanab, but I was so busy getting ready I never got the chance.  I never got that nap, either.

I'm SO nervous about this canoe trip and I know I shouldn't be.  I'm really tired and I feel like I could use a bit of a break from all the natural grandeur before throwing myself into my longest backcountry trip so far, my longest solo trip, and my first float trip.  It's just so much and I'm kind of afraid I won't enjoy it as much as I feel I should.  I've so looked forward to Canyonlands; I just hope I find all that anticipation worthwhile.

10/19 Day 5

"Dad, I gotta go, the sun's coming up now!"

This "travel day" turned out to be pretty remarkable.  Completely out of character, I woke up at 5, broke camp quickly, and got to Yaki Point on time exactly as planned.  Good thing, too.  The sunrise was breathtaking, and I really enjoyed watching the light play over the contours of the formations as the sun rose higher.

I decided to do a bit of poking around the more touristy features of the park before leaving.  I visited Kolb Studio, which was showing a collection of paintings depicting or inspired by the canyon.  I also went to a souvenir shop and had breakfast at the Bright Angel Dining Room.  My next stop was Navajo Nat'l. Monument, which is very small but features a well-preserved Hopi pueblo ruins in a cliff face in a beautiful canyon.  I finally got some use out of the telephoto lens Dad gave me!

Cliff dwelling ruins in Betatakin Canyon

Go go gadget telephoto lens!

After that, I had a short drive to Monument Valley, which is absolutely incredible.  I'm completely baffled at how so many beautiful mesas, buttes, and other formations came to exist in such close proximity.  It's no wonder the Navajo/Diné have always thought of this as a sacred place.  The campground is situated perfectly, overlooking West Mitten Butte, with East Mitten Butte just behind.  I arrived (exclaiming, "I'm sleeping here tonight!?") just as the sun was setting.  It was breathtaking.  The desert is so full of so many radiant colors, and they were all in their glory with the fading light.

West Mitten, East Mitten, and Merrick Buttes, as seen from my campsite

10/18 Day 4

Fee-free/permit-free camping in Kaibab Nat'l. Forest

Bright Angel Trail day!  I woke up at around 6:45 but poked around with the camera a lot, so breaking camp took way too long.  Tomorrow I'm getting up well before dawn, throwing everything into the car, and heading back into the park to watch the sun rise before I head out for either Navajo Nat'l. Monument or Monument Valley.

But anyway, I started the trail at 11.  Jeremy was right; it's an incredible trail.  The S. Kaibab offers impressive views, but the Bright Angel Trail itself is really stunning.  I hiked the 4.5 miles down to Indian Garden (3,800 ft. down from 6,850 ft.) and back, which was a bit tougher than yesterday's hike.  It was well worth it going all the way down to Indian Garden, which is lush and green and has its own ranger station and primitive campground.  I'd love to come back and stay there sometime.

Just as the shuttle was pulling back into the visitors center parking lot, a bull elk came striding into view and across the bus's path.  I'd never seen a wild, live elk before and tried to get a good shot of him.  However, some idiot kept following him, driving him away.  I was irritated until the bull started bugling. That was a pretty thrilling thing to hear.  

Two cows were also grazing nearby.  I also saw some mule deer, ravens, a blue bird (similar to but probably not an eastern bluebird), many many squirrels, and a woodpecker working a branch right next to the trail not far from Kolb Studio.  This last was generous enough to stick around for a few photos.

Kolb Studio at the Bright Angel Trailhead.  Once the home and photography studio of the Kolb brothers, now a gallery space and book store.

One thing I forgot to mention about last night's conversation with Clara: Noam will be in Vegas on 11/13 for a conference and Clara might join him!  I plan to take advantage of this awesome coincidence by spending my last night or two of this trip in a fancy hotel suite.

10/17 Day 3

San Francisco Mts., about 20 miles outside of Flagstaff

Finally got myself to the Grand Canyon, though later than intended (as usual).  I did a little more hanging out with Jessie and Catharine before leaving and picked up a tempeh BLT with avocado for lunch.

First view of the canyon.  I said to a woman standing nearby, "you know, they tell you it's big, and you see it on TV and in pictures and all that, but you just can't grasp how really HUGE it is until you're here."  It's that gorgeous, too.

Just as I was about to get on the South Kaibab trail, I heard huffing and puffing and looked up to see Stefan coming off the same and giving me a bewildered look.  He'd been hiking with a Frenchman and a German from the hostel and the three of them had plans to head up to Kanab [UT] next.  After a short chat, I began the 3-mile descent to Cedar Ridge (6120 ft. down from 7260 ft.) and I'm pleased to report that I made the return trip in roughly 40 minutes.

View from Cedar Ridge, 3 miles along the S. Kaibab trail 

Makes me feel pretty confident about doing the Bright Angel Trail (up to 12 mi) tomorrow.  The elevation didn't affect me too much at all.  I was concerned about having plenty of daylight to find a campsite in Kaibab National Forest but I made out all right.  I found I actually had really good cell service there and in my nervousness, successfully resisted the urge to call either Clara or Jesse.  That is, until I heard shrieking in the distance.  I called both.  Clara, being the more likely to help, didn't answer right away, so Jesse made sympathetic sounds at me until Clara called back.  She knew what it was immediately: coyotes, known to scare the bajeezus out of those toughest and manliest of Americans, the cowboys.  And Clara knows plenty about cowboys.  Satisfied that I wasn't going to become a snack for some wild cat, I finished my dinner, got out of my rental car (yes, I was hiding), and went to bed.  Addendum: but not before seeing a shooting star!

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