|Page Type:||Trip Report|
|Lat/Lon:||37.50794°N / 111.1011°W|
|Date Climbed/Hiked:||Jun 6, 2013|
Shortly after college, I read Edward Abby's classic Desert Solitaire and was drawn to visit the lands that he described so eloquently with my future wife, Julie. When my parents saw our photos, they proposed that we return and visit both Arches and also the near mystical Maze, hidden far beyond frequented roads in the depths of Canyonlands.
Prior to the trip, I happened to mention to Julie that I'd never once heard my dad swear. Needless to say, just after reaching the Hans Flat Ranger station, we got a flat tire, then broke four lug nuts in replacing the tire and our attempt to reach the Maze was over. Later, I had to reaffirm to Julie that I'd truly only heard him swear once in my life…
Figuring that the Maze wasn't too far from the Wave, I made this my first destination, driving from Colorado, and then hiking down twelve miles to the Maze Overlook that same afternoon. Sadly, the miles seem longer now than they once did, and a little short of my goal, I set up my tent in a wash as darkness cloaked the land.
'It's low elevation,' I decided the next morning and left my sunglasses in my tent. After a dawn breakfast at the Maze Overlook, I spent the day in the deep sandy canyons, emerging for a while at the Land of Standing Rocks then descending again at the Chocolate Drops. Three things that I learned were that the famous pictographs are on the north side of the wash, not the south as my map indicated, that sun glasses would be nice in the desert, and that it is possible to slip and drench your feet in the only speck of water in a hundred square miles of desert.
This, though, was the canyon country that Abbey had fallen in love with half a century before with no people and only the call of the canyon wrens to keep you company. It's a land of sun and heat where rattlesnakes use your tent for cover and small creatures skitter between the shadows with your arrival.
On the earlier trip with my family, I'd hiked to Cassidy Arch in Capital Reef (it's how everyone misspells my name) and couldn't get my eyes off of a stunning rock peak just to the south named "Fern's Nipple" (laughter from my daughter). The route described on the SummitPost page gives wonderful desert hiking and a beautiful summit, although traversing the break in the cliffs gets briefly tedious. A bit of the scrambling near the top is probably 4th class but never seems all that bad. I'd recommend starting at the base of the Grand Wash, hiking right from Rt. 24, through The Narrows, and then up almost to the Grand Wash parking lot off of the park's Scenic Drive prior to beginning the cairned ascent. It's longer but you get to hike through a nice canyon and then climb a beautiful peak at the same time.
That afternoon, at a visit to Anasazi State Park, I learned that Spooky and Peek-a-Boo Canyons were near Escalante, not Kanab, as I mistakenly believed. Rushing back to my car, I made a trip down Hole in the Rock Road, getting to the trailhead just as most others who'd been there that day were leaving. Perhaps the most profound moment was standing at the spot where the hundred foot wide Spooky Wash suddenly constricts into a narrow slot only a couple feet across. Beautiful, but not a place to be in a storm…
SummitPost member Tanya has posted some stunning photos of Southern Utah slot canyons. Some of those were taken in Upper and Lower Red Caves near Mt. Carmel. These canyons are often filled with deep pools and gooey icky mud but it's been dry and there's nothing but beautiful white sand. The lower one has a couple steep cliffs half way up with an old rotten rope dangling down. However, not trusting my life to it, I instead circled the canyon to the south, dropping back down into it from the top to see the upper portion.
On-line, there's a description of how to make a loop by first heading northeast then northwest from this canyon across sunny, open county, and eventually descend into a narrow wash that empties into Upper Red Cave at its highest reaches. Soon, though, the hike dragged in the unrelenting heat as I followed an old ATV track past numerous crumbly gullies. Then, I arrived at the wash, and am surrounded by beautiful red slickrock with dramatic sandstone domes rising beyond. At the slot canyon, I climbed north then dropped down into the main wash to avoid a rappel. Beyond was one of the most beautiful places that I've ever seen. I walked through the central portion three times to take it all in then eventually returned to the hot sandy washes, roads, and my car.
The next morning I woke up as group after group came with their permits for the Wave (which is accessed from the same trailhead). Even though it's just a numbers thing, almost all of them were from foreign lands, most Asia. Maybe I'll get there someday…
I used to think that it was bad that beautiful hikes and places frequently overflowed with visitors. Then, I read Gerry Roach explain that with so many people visiting and reveling at such landscapes, there were more people who would work to protect them. Furthermore, if more money is to be made by preserving a landscape or creature than removing it, people will fight for its retention. Needless to say, the canyon is intensely beautiful.
On the return home, I stopped to climb a few peaks in Colorado, but this isn't a story of lightning or rotten blocks somehow stacked dangerously beyond the angle of repose.