10.24.2005

Escalante Trip! The best of 2004

This trip started on March 24th. And I think that’s why summer 04 was so cool. Because it started so early. Anyway we planed a trip to Escalante and had a blast. It began a cold night up some canyon we camped just below the snow and had fun singing and playing guitar by the fire. Oh I forgot something already. On our way up the canyon we spot the biggest moose I've ever seen standing right in the middle of the road. So I did what any idiot would do... I chased it in my car while Davy fumbled to get a picture of it with my camera. Sadly (but probably good because that thing could have demolished my car) we didn’t get a picture of it. So anyway the next day we pile everything in the back of the truck (including me and davy) and we drive out to what looks like the middle of the dessert. We hike down a long extremely sandy trial. And end up on the rim of a huge canyon with a river in the distance and an arch high above the river. After carefully coming down off the rim we land on a huge sand dune fully loaded with cactus and other desert sage. This was probably the greatest part of the hike. Running and jumping as high and as far as you can making sure you land in the sand and not on a cactus. Then once we get past the sand all we can think about is getting past the cliffs so we can get in the water. It was so hot and we were starting to get a nice sunburn. Finally we go for a swim and get to the bottom of the arch. By the time we get to this point most of us are to tired to climb all the way up to the arch. So we take pictures and once last dip in the cool water before the long trek back to the truck. We make it back to the truck looking like the living dead. And Davy looking like a lobster with one of the worst burns in his life. We take off in the truck and go as far as we can till we get to an impossible rock that our truck just can’t climb. It was something I doubt any conventional 4x4 could have accomplished. So we find a nice rock and sack out and make dinner before it gets dark. Dinner I think consisted of castleberry stew from the can! That night someone was snoring so loud in a way that could only come from utter exhaustion. So I threw one of my shoes at his face. I’m such an a hole! *Sorry Dan! We wake up to a flat tire. While we are all trying to change the tire Davy was putting some serious effort in "Arts and Crafts" making something out of hemp while he used the truck door lock to keep it steady. We get the truck taken care of and we fill out water jugs and camelbaks and head out across the desert again. This time there was no down hill fun just miles of sand and rock. We get to “Hole In The Rock” and we see Lake Powell off in the distance. The water looks so inviting. So we hike all the way down. It was much much longer than it looked. On the way down I remember thinking "how in the world did they make down this place with wagons and live stock! Incredible. So we get down there and some how the beautiful blue water is ICE COLD. Then we remember oh right its only March. No one quite has the courage to get in the water. We find a cool cave that wouldn’t have been accessible had the water not been at an all time low. You can see the white line where the water had been. Before we decide to head back up the treacherous path we decide we better jump in the water so we can cool off for at least part of the way back. It was cold enough to make me scream like a woman. As soon as we get out of the water the wind picked up and pelted us with sand. It wouldn’t have been that big a deal except we didn’t have shirts on and we were pretty sunburned, so it didn’t feel so good. We get back to the top and take more pictures. At one point we were all sitting on a very tall instant death sort of cliff and I had got up to go elsewhere when one foot lost its grip and slid. It was no big deal cuz I had a pretty good hold with the other foot but Dan didn’t know that so from his view it looked as though I was about to die. We had a good laugh at his expressed shock and horror. The only thing that kept us alive on the way back was the few granola bars we had with us. Well I guess I'll leave it at that. But the Escalante trip ruled…

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