Monday, 28 September 2015

High Sierras - A pass a day: Horseshoe meadow. Plus bonus Tuolumne Meadows



Trip summary - Horseshoe Meadows Trail Head. 
1 Horseshoe meadow>long lake>new army pass.
Overnight soldiers lake
2 sky blue lakes>Crabtree pass
Overnight lower Crabtree lake
3 PCT guyot pass>syberian pass
Overnight big Whitney meadow
4 Cottonwood pass> horseshoe meadow
Approx distance 80k. 55miles
Elevation gain: ~4000m
Start gear weight 13kg. 3.4 fully loaded bear canister.
The Red line

The narrative:
After the long haul from Sydney and drive up to Lone Pine, and the next day onto horseshoe meadows was this bunny happy to hit the trail. Weigh in was 13 kg. Including bear box and requisite vino for evening sundowner. That wasn't without its dramas. Bought a corked bottle. No cork opener. Back to store. Buy 80cent cork opener. Attempt to open. Break cork opener. Return bottle for screw on top. Decant in you bueat platypus reserve 'bladder', we're back in business.
What an amazing drive up to the trail head. Traversing the side of the East Sierras.


There's always last minute scramble at the TH. And as i later discovered. Left my permit in the car. Nice one.
It's a wonderful feeling stepping onto the trail. Finally. All the prep. Particularly on foreign lands. Maps blogs, Google Earth, caltopo etc.  Can only tell you so much. I'm constantly reminded never confuse the map with the territory. Time check 12 o'clock kick off. And a big thanks to those who gave advice particularly on High Siera Topix. Appreciated. 

Off we surge with much gusto. Mmmm blowing a little harder than usual. Maybe this altitude thing is legit.
Pass my first alpine lake (long lake). Picture postcard stuff. 


Tree line to sky line admiring the awesomeness

Trail well traveled, High lake

And we press on to New Army Pass. High Lake another beauty. Obligatory photo and forge on to NAP. It kicks up, i can certainly feel the lack of air. It's a great trudge up switch backs and all. 14 i think i counted. Only getting to the top around 6. If i went down no way was i coming back to go up mtn Langley. So raced down at a rate.  Needed to get to a tree or two to hang my home. Coming into soldiers lake at 7. Now this looks like a cool spot. I wasn't the only punter who thought so. Certainly enough room for all. Meet friendly Ranger Lauren. Nice chat asks for my permit. I go scratching around for it. She says don't worry. Obviously impatient with me. It was only then that i figured i actually didn't have it. Damn. So what's the punishment for not having a permit i wondered. I did give it some thought. But really i wasn't going back over that pass. If asked again I'd just fess-up and sweet talk the ranger. What a dunce though.

Puffin up the pass

Shadows over New Army Pass



Took a while to find a spot. Actually elevated up the side. Two sturdy trees the right distance for Hammock hanging.
Dehydrated black bean chilli pot consumed at a rate. Should have let it hydrate longer.
An interesting side note. Customs had no issue with me bringing in the meals.


The night was colder than anticipated. And the new homemade under quilt (adapted from Aldi purchased sleeping bag) wasnt performing. Mainly cos it wasn't snug up against the underside of the Hammock. So mid night despite the reluctance to get out of bed. Made some mods. Tieing some cord to lift it up. Seemed to do better. Not that great a night with the odd chill spot. Also developed a head ache, bit of nausea. Not sure due to altitude or what. Not too serious though. Certainly on balance pleasure out weighed pain.
A Hanger


Next day after forever to decamp, took me close to 2 hours,  took a cross-country  route over a saddle heading north east making my way up to sky blue lake. Great place for a sustenance stop, check the maps, take a few happy snaps. And start as the pass kicks up. 20 min later take a check, only to find, no glasses. unbelievable. Must have been at the last stop. So take a POI, leave the back pack & retrace my steps, they must be at the stop. Alas, not to be seen. 45min scratching around i abandon the search, kicking myself. How could i let that happen. So pressed on, some cold comfort the collapsible magnifiers as back up. So press  onto  the next lake one up, no name. Not much of a trail to follow, bit of pick the cairn and the obvious. Then initial part of Crabtree pass, walked with a couple of other guys who seemed to know what they were doing. Little disconcerting their ropes and all. It was the final what 700' that was most challenging. Just straight up on the loose scree with a steep gradient making the going extremely tough. Getting to the top was euphoric, if only you weren't presented with an even more suicidal gradient down. I traversed the top crest scouting for a way down. Deciding to clamber down the edge off the worst of the scree on the bigger relatively more stable rocks, relatively. This was definitely ankle rolling territory. a wrong foot purchase on an unstable rock that gives way could be adventure limiting. Could imagine the call to the CEO, sorry boss, cant make the meetings, broke an ankle, but thanks for funding the trip. Definitely career limiting.   Finally, finally arrived down at  upper upper Crabtree lake, elated being still in one piece.

Sky Blue lake & Crabtree pass approach eeek


Suicide decent down Crabtree pass


Now 6ish and this area is just a rock quarry. So definitely no hotel rooms here. So as with yesterday, much haste to get down to the tree line. I'd vowed that day 2 i'd take it a little easier. that wasnt going to happen.  Slowly the wonderful cypress pines appeared in ever greater abundance. finally 7:30ish to lower Crabtree and a great flat area near the lake, trees for hanging and water for cooking. It was much warmer out of the wind. The lake water temp was also significantly warmer. Worth the pressing on. Much happiness. This time the rig would be warmer. It was.

Crabtree Hilton - Only one occupant the penthouse
Crabtree lake at dawn


Woke up predawn. Threw up the Tarp and had a lie-in watching the day light unfold over the lake. It was magical. Took a few shots which i think are the magnus opus photos of the trip. Just saying. A relaxing start. Even taking a swim in the lake. Just the water temp on the edge and towards the middle, was a  big contrast. Sent me high tailing out in no time. Very refreshing though. Reluctantly left the Crabtree Hilton. Still with ambitions to get to Kern river.

No Trout - a swimmer


No passes today, i vowed. Easy day. The original idea, sitting in the comfort of home was to head north on the Pacific Crest Trail and then West on Wallace Creek to Kern river. Time being what it was, decided to head south once i hit the PCT from Crabtree lakes and see if there was a passage to Kern river Hot springs through Rock Creek. Neat little camp site on PCT Rock creek river crossing. So scouted down river. But decided it was a bit of an unknown and no real path to speak of. So pressed on along the PCT. Foolishly, did not take extra water, as there'd been plenty so far and looked like a few river/creeks on the map. Alas, nothing going on the water front which left me empty by 3pm. So by 7pm could have done with a drink. The creeks and small lakes on the map dry as a bone. On reaching the junction on PCT, north leading back to Soldier Lake, South down to big Whitney Mdw, straight on to chicken lickin' lake, I had a decision to make and decided to head South. Map indicating a potential  creek not too far away. Rather than going back to Soldier which had guaranteed water. Interesting the decisions you make at a critical point in time. As it turned out it was a poor call... for a comfortable finish that is.
Rock Fall 

So in search of water, headed down. The initial creek and meadow revealed nothing. Pressed on, onto Siberian Pass as darkness descended. This was no well defined, well trodden PCT trail, clear not too many headed down this way. And soon the trail all but disappeared. This was not promising. As the dark truly descended, it was interesting the head lamp beam became more focused, more intense. And just as anxiety levels started to rise i picking up the odd rock cairn. So followed them. Just as I started to wonder where the next one was, another would appear. It was the intensity of the little cairn rocks reflection that was most striking, like a guiding light-house. And for two hours this continued. Scan the horizon and there in the distance was my beacon. And as the terrain flattened out, they stopped, i looked around and right next to me was an old fire ring and a nice clump of trees, ready and waiting for a hanger. And i was it. No water though. So went to bed leaving it for tomorrow to worry about the water situation. Another relaxing day. Not really.
Love the wood texture

PCT - ticked that box

Next day, skirted the North of Big Whitney meadow and after an hour, came across a sweet looking creek with cool fresh, clean water. So breakfast and rehydration with much gusto. With not much options, heading on west up and over cottonwood pass. And a big contrast to the Crabtree or New Army passes. this was loverly and wooded, shaded from the midday sun. Somewhat the relaxing day, I'd promised myself a few days earlier. Eventually getting into Horseshoe meadow around 3pm. Interestingly, arrived at the lower car park, the wrong one for me. There was a guy carrying some glasses. Asked, yes they were mine. Well that flipped me. How bizarre and fortuitous. A good end to a great few days in the woods and mountains.

Looking down on Big Whitney Meadows 

Love the signs


Finishing up a little earlier than anticipated, had a quick pit stop in Lone Pine for coffee, hamberger and banana split. i never have a banana split. Man it was outstanding. And decided to head South and round up to the otherside of the Sierras. While in the area, why not check out the big trees. Stayed overnight at 3 rivers, and early start and was up at Giant Forest by 7:30. Well before 99% of most general tourists. Which was a major bonus. No traffic, no tourists. And caught a young bear hanging around General Sherman. Raced around, walked up Moro Rock for some awesome views. A general mosey round and determined, this is worthy of further inspection on the next trip. Down as most were coming up, could think of nothing worse than been stuck behind one of those RVs.













And so ended an extended weekend jaunt around the South Sierras.

As things turned out, i needed to stay an extra weekend. For work. Bummer, but the sacrifices one makes for king and country (or company) so decided to head up-to Yosemite. No permit, but figured, take a punt for a 'walk-up'. And scored a permit Tuolumne Meadows. Yosemite High Country. A lollypop curcuit is the go around Vogelsang Peak.

So after a big night after the MBL game; Giants v Padres and dueling pianos in a basement pub off Union Square, hit the trail. The going was tough.

Trip Summary:
Tuolumne Meadows Trail Head> Vogelsang Lake
Vogelsang Lake >Circle Vogelsang Peak> T meadows
Distance: 43km. (28miles)


Short section on the PCT then up a great track; Rafferty Creek. Finding a very sweet spot up on Vogelsang lake. This time didn't take the Hammock. Just the tarp. Didnt do a great job of repacking though. left the headlamp i the Hammock. So no light. No matter, was happy to crawl into bed by 6:30. Crashed till 6. definitely needed the extra sleep.
A sign. 
Vogelsang Lake at Sunrise

The next day, determined that I'd do the loop, if i made it down, I'd do it. If not stay an extra night. SO that was follow Lewis creek, South. then turn at the junction and follow Flecther Creek back north. Some wonderful lakes, Emeric, Boothe very special. Great overnight spots. On way down met some guys, they'd been fishing, Gone backcountry, off the beaten trail and bountiful catch. That was the thing to do. A real meal, fresh trout, non of this dehydrated pasta stuff. Next time.

No dehydrated food tonight - G'me a steak
Vogelsang a bit of smoke haze about


Made it down by 6ish, and headed back via Tahoe. Overnight in South Tahoe City. Next day did a wake up walk once again along PCT. So had touched the great trail I'd read so much about, watch the movie. Touch it in the south east, Yosemite and Tahoe. it was good to get a feel of the Sierras, the PCT and where to comeback too should the opportunity present itself. 

A truly memorable trip and success on the business front to boot. Topping and tailing a little fun stuff onto a business trip certainly makes it a far more attractive proposition. 

Notes: 
Planning: keep the check list. even at the TH. it was difficult to gauge the distances I'd expect to travel. And the continuous conversion from Miles to Kilometres for pacing and distances added to the complexity. So next time reset all  to miles and have done with it. That would have made things easier. The extensive trail network and easy with which you can go off trail made contingencies  easy and part of the adventure. 
Meals: With limited time 'in-country' get as much done and sorted before. Including the snacks which i picked up on route. You end up taking more than needed. The quantiies for dehydrated meals was spot on. 
Gear: 
Bearbox fortunately was able to fit inside the backpack. then had to strap on stove setup. 
The front AARN Balance pockets worked well. Gave the extra volume needed and essentials on-hand without opening up the pack.
Map sets: Apps: Viewranger for navigation worked well. Pdf maps as secondary and off-line with bought Tom Harrision Maps helped (when in range). But for phone needed extra power for the 4th day. Solar is the way to go. You can only take so may batteries.  Printed maps: Caltopo not enough detail. But good overall references. next time print double sided to save weight. 


Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Shoalhaven river 1 pack rafters 0. OR Broke Back Bungonia


A fine adventure with a twist. A serious underestimation of the speed of the raft/Dinghy needing a readjustment to the original plan....

With Ivan & Peter biting the bullet and investing there stock pile into a Klymit you bueat ultra lite Dinghy, it was only right to put then to the test. And guest Mr Schultz stepping into the breach using the spare adventure boat, made for a happy quartet. 

In true adventure style, the newly minted boats, would not be put through a test before. Just Carpe Diem. 

The well thought through, well somewhat well thought through, plan was:
1.   To camp at Bungonia on Friday - let the weekend begin 
2.   Park car at end point, Badgerys Lookout. Which had magnificent vista of the Shoalhaven Gorge. This had everyone salivating. 
3.   The roll back to start point, south of bungonia campsite. Matodoro Ridge Trail. Drive as far as possible to Helipad.
4.   Scramble down to Shoalhaven river
5.   Paddle to Bungonia Gorge entrance. Camp
6.   Time permitting walkup Gorge
7.   Paddle to Badgerys Lookout path.
8.   Walk back up to car. 
No problems. at 42km. At walking pace. two days easy. Yet...
The Plan


Car one, arrived, set up camp, ate, had beers, chewed the fat. Car two, took the scenic route. visiting all lookouts before finding camp site 9ish. They then ate, had beers, well one did. chewed the fat. Sleeping configurations we on display here. One in Hammock, other in UL 1 man tent, Clive Cowboy camping in the bivi, and other in palatial 2 man number. It was a cold night. 5 degrees. 

Aspiring packrafters were presented with team cowboy hats as bonding agent. While it took for ever to pack up, blowing schedule. We were ready to go.. Not quite, the Golden bomber wouldn’t start. Read manual on the Beemer on how to jump start, when battery in the back. Only after emptying the boot of course.


Cow Boys at Helipad. All loaded up


Oh, at Official backpack Weigh-in. the count was: Graham: 18kg. Peter 18.1 (what were they taking). Ivan 11.6 (but hadn’t added the wetsuit yet). And Clive at a measly 11.3 (he decidied to leave the wetsuit). With Packraft and Paddles. All in all not too bad. It would as also noted that Ivan confronted with the thought of carrying the uber light 1.3kg 1 man tent, convinced Peter, they should cuddle up together in the two man. Which of course was now stowed in Peter's pack. A wily old fox this Ivan character. 

Did end point car drop off, admired the vista, raced back. And as luck would have it the road wasnt locked and the old holden turned into a bloody fine 4x4. Every extra km in the car one less we had to hike. Lifting spirits no end. And getting us back on schedule. 

Team photo at Helipad. Fairly decent looking path, down we go. With much banter ensuing. Unfortunately G fitness or lack thereof started to show. And the banter was now only 3 strong. 

Getting closer, the true beauty of this river revealed itself. And nicely flowing too. wooohoo. found a suitable launch spot. Let the cavorting begin. It was noted; all except Peter used the well design, fit-for-purpose tie down straps for backpacks. Not Peter, choosing to demonstrate his Scouts knot tying prowess. Show-off. 

Some early hesitation to shoot the rapids, which were really just ripples. but rapids to neophyte whitewater rafter. And rafts were dinghies. So took a few goes to shoot a few. The African contingent, proving more adept or more gung-ho it seemed. 

A particularly boisterous ripple, maybe a class 2, swept one members boat off, leaving him stranded in the rapid. with much gesticulating to rafter below, to collect, what I thought was his boat. It was not his boat he was gesticulating about. No, more serious than that, significantly more serious. Said rafter had been entrusted with the wine. And in the mayhem of the water, the fine 2009 shiraz and fallen from his pack and boat. Boat was recovered; bailing bottle recovered, alas, Shiraz left. So look out people of the river. it could be your lucky day. (positioned somewhere down from 34 52.830S, 150 03.152E). Lesson #1 - Always secure valuables like wine to backpack. 

The river opened up and sun started to comedown. Ambling down the river, water like glass. all are happy. The worries of Quarter Closes, Business Fixing, Clinical Diagnosis all furthest from our minds. Reminded me of the Zambezi trips come sunset. Well except for the odd snort from Hippos, grunt from elies, eye's popping up from below the surface to check you out. Other than that, just the same. At least we had wine secured on those trips. You do sleep easier in OZ bush though; possum v Lion/Hyena. So same just different.  

 Thing was, we weren't even through the Block up. Yikes, well behind misconstrued planned pacing. Yet found a super duper bank for happy campers. Ivan & Peter becoming acquainted for tent share later that night. They did look a happy couple pitching their Targ together. Schultz had his Hammock up in short time, Roberts left scratching for a flat surface for bivi. Dinner; Risotto ala Jonty Biltong, accompanied by Warm Broccoli, leek & Raisan Salad, with Raspberry Chocolate Pudding. All freshly prepared, straight from the dehydrator. 

So with dinner done and dusted. Time to review the plan. Double yikes 20k to Badgerys. OKAAAY. And when that was announced to the team a pregnant pause as we all did our mental math’s. And so a discussion ensued. Press on Badgerys. Go to Bungonia, Go back. If go back which route? Then, to vote or captains call. Consensus was, go back 1 k up river, then scale up the appropriately named New Come Up Ridge. And what an inviting name too. which joined with New Come UP Trail, lead us back to car. This being a quicker option to going ahead up the river to New Chum Ridge, then scrambling up to the Helipad. But longer walk back to car. Did wonder where 'OLD' Chum & OLD Come Up were. not on this map. 

With pressure off, some decided to sleep in. Well it seemed that way. Not saying, Hammocker or couple in tent! So much for early start. After scrambled eggs (with Biltong of course), decamped, depart 9ish for paddle up stream. Deflate at Come Up Creek, actually a dry bed. And so began the Scramble up, New Come Up. Scramble became a clamber, became a plod. Not much banter going on. When would this thing end. End it did nearly 2 hours later. We did have a Minestrone Soup and Dried Fruit Compote to finish. devoured in extra short time. And on-ward to find trail end point. And with Memory-Map and tracker on, it took us with pin point accuracy back to the fire trail. And like horse heading for home a route march back to car. We hoped it starts. Didn't first time. Second it kick, we breathed again. 

Now only thing to agree on was suitable location for obligatory, celebratory beer. This proofing more of a negotiation than the route. Alls well. Longueville Hotel it was. Cheers to you boys. A good adventure with a twist.

Shoalhaven vee vill be baack. 

Ivan the Rafter

Seek a launch pad

Preparing to launch





Graham the Rafter

Peter the Rafter

Floating down the river

A winner

The wines demise
Vista from Badgerys Lookout

Adventurers at the ready

Happy campers

A camp spot to die for

Slog up - New Come UP




the actual route

Thursday, 8 January 2015

Bristol point campers

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Monday, 8 December 2014

Buckskin Gulch & Paria Canyon


The Start
So they say this is a 3 to 6 day adventure. All depending on conditions. Aka, the water levels. So being the responsible adventurer, called the Ranger while still back in aus. Said they'd had record rain. But levels coming down, not good. Equals; cold and slow. And more wet suit attire. And most importantly, at one point there's a rock jam 3/4 way down the slot. Low water you climbs under said jam. High means over the top. And rope to get down. Took string to lower back pack and scramble doyen myself. Ended up going under. Glad didn't take a rope.
The big Rock Jam. Not such a challenge

High tailed it out of Vegas early morning. With all the faffing about, stopping off to get requisite permit and poop bags, instructions from Ranger etc. Only arrived at Vermillion cliffs motel, my overnighter, late. Not much else in Vermilion cliffs except the motel. But great food, fantastic burger and bigger range of beers than Vegas. Run by adventurers, so must
Good Arizona Lager 
be good. 


Met Liegh, from Wagga Wagga, would you believe. More knowledgeable than anyone I'd met. 'The best canyon hike in the US, the world even'. .. Big call. She was not alone on this point. Suppose that's why after all the research chose this one.  

  Logistics are; leave car at the end of the trail; Lees ferry where Paria river meets the Colorado. This is where the rafters start for the Grand canyon river rafting. Reminded me of Vic falls.  For me it was a 7am rendezvous and the 1:45 hr. shuttle with Betty, to the start. for a fee of course. I had to chuckle, she had lots of advice for this hike. Being seriously over weight and with walking stick. Doubt she'd ever done this.



The entrance to the Buckskin Gulch
Disposed of Betty and charged off with much gusto. Happiness abounded. With a 20k long Gulch (supposedly the longest in the world). there are no real camping spots in the Gulch and it could be suicide if it rained. This was much, much narrower than the Narrows. It was amazing how high up the rock walls wooded debris had lodged itself,  at some points maybe 10 metres up. Even more amazing was the way the muddy waters had sculpted sides of the canyon walls, remarkable. First mistake, didn't bring a decent camera. The mobile just hadn't done it justice, both in terms of capturing the textured walls and the colours created by the sunlight stealing through the top of the canyon.



























And to the first mud pool. So donned on Neoprene type socks and leggings. And ventured forth. As I didn't have those you beaut Canyon shoes like in the Narrows, had bought some sandals as s poor substitute. Theory bring they would at least detain and be light to walk in. First test passed.   Just wet muddy for the rest of the day. 

This was fun. Like racing through a maze for big kids. Just went on and on. Deeper n higher walls. More water pools, just not as bad as everyone had made out. So cussed them. That meant an extra 2kg on my back for three days. 
Majestic Walls 

In fact, pack weighted 15.6kg, that was with 3.5 liters and 800 g of vino (considered essential).  With 4 days of food. Not to bad. 


The rock jam proved to be a non event. All a bit disappointing really. It did mean good progress was made. 
Finally arriving at the confluence at about 3. All up 26k. 
Things changed now. With the Paria flowing it was more like the Narrows. Constant river walking. The sandals didn't perform well at this. Getting bloody pebbles under your feet. Not that I was changing. That would have meant no dry shoes in camp. Now that would be very problematic. 
Pressed on hoping to get to 'big spring' where there was a camp site opposite the fresh water source. Didn't make it. By 5 and light fading. Came across a pretty decent looking spot. Little high up. It off the wind. And checked what was on the menu. Spaghetti pesto it was. Not before sundowners. And tucked into that wine. Well earned I thought. So much so smashed the lot. Less weight for tomorrow. 

As with the Narrows didn't bother with the tarp. Once again took forever to decamp. 

The second day, the canyon started to open up. Criss-crossed it constantly. Towering canyon walls. Was brilliant. By this stage was crossing that river with gazelle like grace. Well I thought so. 

Rather than talking to myself or out shooting waiting for the echo and other dump things, took to looking for features in the rock. A Buddha, saw Dory of Nemo fame, much hilarity. 
Dory -NO?
My Butt

























Took a side trip up Wrather canyon up to Wrather Arch. nearly missed the canyon entrance. Hidden in shrubbery. More natural wonders and box ticked.
Wrather Arch - Great side trip. 

And by dusk found accommodation. Just as tucking in,  started to rain. So up goes the tarp. Just in time.

Executed decamping much better and was on the veritable Road by 7am. Wanting to get to Lees ferry by midday. 
The canyon opens up wide, so longer river side walking less in the water. 
Good progress was made and arrived at lees ferry by lunch.  Which was good. I see the predicted cold front coming in. Headed back to Vermillion cliffs for another great burger. 
This was an outstanding little adventure.


Morning Sun 


The Route

The Start
So they say this is a 3 to 6 day adventure. All depending on conditions. Aka, the water levels. So being the responsible adventurer, called the Ranger while still back in aus. Said they'd had record rain. But levels coming down, not good. Equals; cold and slow. And more wet suit attire. And most importantly, at one point there's a rock jam 3/4 way down the slot. Low water you climbs under said jam. High means over the top. And rope to get down. Took string to lower back pack and scramble doyen myself. Ended up going under. Glad didn't take a rope.
The big Rock Jam. Not such a challenge

High tailed it out of Vegas early morning. With all the faffing about, stopping off to get requisite permit and poop bags, instructions from Ranger etc. Only arrived at Vermillion cliffs motel, my overnighter, late. Not much else in Vermilion cliffs except the motel. But great food, fantastic burger and bigger range of beers than Vegas. Run by adventurers, so must
Good Arizona Lager 
be good. 

Met Liegh, from Wagga Wagga, would you believe. More knowledgeable than anyone I'd met. 'The best canyon hike in the US, the world even'. .. Big call. She was not alone on this point. Suppose that's why after all the research chose this one.  

  Logistics are; leave car at the end of the trail; Lees ferry where Paria river meets the Colorado. This is where the rafters start for the Grand canyon river rafting. Reminded me of Vic falls.  For me it was a 7am rendezvous and the 1:45 hr. shuttle with Betty, to the start. for a fee of course. I had to chuckle, she had lots of advice for this hike. Being seriously over weight and with walking stick. Doubt she'd ever done this.



The entrance to the Buckskin Gulch
Disposed of Betty and charged off with much gusto. Happiness abounded. With a 20k long Gulch (supposedly the longest in the world). there are no real camping spots in the Gulch and it could be suicide if it rained. This was much, much narrower than the Narrows. It was amazing how high up the rock walls wooded debris had lodged itself,  at some points maybe 10 metres up. Even more amazing was the way the muddy waters had sculpted sides of the canyon walls, remarkable. First mistake, didn't bring a decent camera. The mobile just hadn't done it justice, both in terms of capturing the textured walls and the colours created by the sunlight stealing through the top of the canyon.



























And to the first mud pool. So donned on Neoprene type socks and leggings. And ventured forth. As I didn't have those you beaut Canyon shoes like in the Narrows, had bought some sandals as s poor substitute. Theory bring they would at least detain and be light to walk in. First test passed.   Just wet muddy for the rest of the day. 

This was fun. Like racing through a maze for big kids. Just went on and on. Deeper n higher walls. More water pools, just not as bad as everyone had made out. So cussed them. That meant an extra 2kg on my back for three days. 
Majestic Walls 

In fact, pack weighted 15.6kg, that was with 3.5 liters and 800 g of vino (considered essential).  With 4 days of food. Not to bad. 


The rock jam proved to be a non event. All a bit disappointing really. It did mean good progress was made. 
Finally arriving at the confluence at about 3. All up 26k. 
Things changed now. With the Paria flowing it was more like the Narrows. Constant river walking. The sandals didn't perform well at this. Getting bloody pebbles under your feet. Not that I was changing. That would have meant no dry shoes in camp. Now that would be very problematic. 
Pressed on hoping to get to 'big spring' where there was a camp site opposite the fresh water source. Didn't make it. By 5 and light fading. Came across a pretty decent looking spot. Little high up. It off the wind. And checked what was on the menu. Spaghetti pesto it was. Not before sundowners. And tucked into that wine. Well earned I thought. So much so smashed the lot. Less weight for tomorrow. 

As with the Narrows didn't bother with the tarp. Once again took forever to decamp. 

The second day, the canyon started to open up. Criss-crossed it constantly. Towering canyon walls. Was brilliant. By this stage was crossing that river with gazelle like grace. Well I thought so. 

Rather than talking to myself or out shooting waiting for the echo and other dump things, took to looking for features in the rock. A Buddha, saw Dory of Nemo fame, much hilarity. 
Dory -NO?
My Butt

























Took a side trip up Wrather canyon up to Wrather Arch. nearly missed the canyon entrance. Hidden in shrubbery. More natural wonders and box ticked.
Wrather Arch - Great side trip. 

And by dusk found accommodation. Just as tucking in,  started to rain. So up goes the tarp. Just in time.

Executed decamping much better and was on the veritable Road by 7am. Wanting to get to Lees ferry by midday. 
The canyon opens up wide, so longer river side walking less in the water. 
Good progress was made and arrived at lees ferry by lunch.  Which was good. I see the predicted cold front coming in. Headed back to Vermillion cliffs for another great burger. 
This was an outstanding little adventure.


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