Re: Soliciting for Pictures
Thank you. I'm glad you like the pictures. Some are from a backpacking trip in Utah August of 2008. We didn't quite get there ahead of the monsoon season, but we did manage to hike to our destination with little trouble. Then the river came up very high the first night and almost washed over our campsite. After sitting for two days trapped on a sand bar wedged between the flooding river and the cliff, we finally escaped by crossing the river, which had gone down somewhat. But no way we could walk downstream two miles on our normal route without dropping into a hole and getting tumbled or drowned. So we were forced to climb up and over a high ridge with a route but no real trail, drop into a side canyon, then climb out a second time up 1,000 feet of sand dune. Friend Jim fell off a ledge hoisting the packs up the last 50 feet of cliff, but jumped up and limped away. But he finally had surgery on his back ten months later to repair a cracked vertebra. After almost being hit by lightening (I'm not making this up) and soaked to the bone trudging across the plateau to the Pelikan van we finally found refuge, and cold Fosters. The trip into town is ten miles of jeep trail, then 40 miles of graded road. It can be done in an hour or so with tolerant passengers. Wasn't to be, though. Everything was slick as owl snot, and the van was dancing and sliding all over while I tried to keep my speed up to not get stuck. At one point we had to wait for an hour for a flood across the road to go down. Then just as I got complacent, a flat spot that looked smoothly graded turned out to be a deep pool of pudding-like quicksand. Dropped to the frame without a prayer of getting out. We dug, carried rocks, and winched for 3 hours while our dreams of huge steak dinners with baked potatoes as big as a shoe, an hour in the hot tub, and soft motel beds vanished. The whole drive took six hours. We got into Escalante (pop a few hundred) way after dark to find all the motels full and all the restaurants closed. Lights were still on at the Cowboy Blues cafe, though. The wonderful manager Kim stopped her cook from driving off, and they made pizza for us. Simple, but better than Spam. So we ate pizza at the state campground while we put the tents up in the rain. The boots concluded the tale the next morning. It's been over a year, and I'm still finding orange mud inside the van and on the street under it. Any time you are in Southern Utah, eat at the Cowboy Blues cafe in Escalante and tell Kim the three muddy guys sent you. Steve Tracy.