Thunder River - Deer Creek

Well, this trip started as an overnight into Kanab Creek. Dad and I had been talking about it for a few months and had come up with a good plan. The problem with our good plan was that it did not account for the current condition of roads. After a summer with quite a bit of afternoon showers, roads were not quite in great shape. We drove out into the western portion of the Kaibab National Forest which was supposed to be our access point for Kanab Creek. We drove down a dirt road for a while before it got super rutty and then we ran into a spot where the creek had decided the road was the best place to flow.
We took one look at the road and said, no thanks. We thought about walking the road to access Kanab Creek, but it turned out to be something that wasn't going to work. So we drove back to Fredonia to think of a new plan. This new plan would be to hike Thunder River - Deer Creek trail on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. This required us to drive all the way out to the North Rim to get a permit. Luckily we were able to get a permit.
We ran into Steve Bridgehouse there who had worked at Grand Canyon many years ago. He hooked us up with a permit, but unfortunately made us pay even though we were fellow park rangers. We then had to drive a bunch more forest service roads until finally getting to the trailhead around 4:30 p.m. This would still give us the time to do some hiking. We were not the only ones starting out this late. There was a guided group that we were just flying by. They warned us of a difficult spot near the top but we were able to downclimb it with ease. We were only going halfway down and would camp on the Esplanade. We found an excellent spot near a side canyon with some water access and a good flat spot for a tent. We set up camp with the fantastic views that are a constant feature of Grand Canyon trips to enjoy. We woke early the next day to get a full hike in.
We learned from Steve Bridgehouse that there was a trail of use between Thunder River and Deer Creek down near the river giving us the chance to connect the two together. We talked about it and since Dad had been to both spots, he was not ambitious enough to do that big of a hike to see something that he had already seen. So he planned to just hike with me down to Thunder River and then he would go back up to the campsite.
 The beginning of the hike started with some flat along the Esplanade and then dropping down onto another flat plain below. We saw a group of hikers coming up out of there that looked just like a classic Grand Canyon couple completely unprepared. We cut to the west once down onto the next plateau. We followed that plateau to the edge until it dropped down below into Thunder River. The spring coming out of the wall was quite impressive with green cottonwoods below it.
 We made it down to the water and then Dad and I parted ways. I was really moving after this. I don't know if it is the pace of a 62 year old that gets me ready to move or if I just was in good shape and feeling good, but I was flying. This was an excellent part of this hike as I ran into a group of campers staying in one of the camping areas. I talked to them for a bit. They were a retired couple from Connecticut. They were slightly concerned about the river crossings down below. I did not have any trouble with them, though. The canyon was nice with big walls and lots of vegetation common of wet Grand Canyon side canyons. I ran into a river trip group hiking up. They were semi friendly in a way but they reminded me of other river trips where they felt superior to mere hikers.

 Eventually I made it to where I had a viewpoint of the river. Unfortunately, I had forgot to take the route description with me that told me how to get to the trail across to Deer Creek. I figured it had to be rather self explanatory. I was dismayed to find the route to be really steep and exposed to start out. I was questioning my decision making being out at this place by myself. There were quite a few spots where one misstep could mean a 500 to 1000 foot drop into the river below. I eventually made it around the corner to find a steep hill. There was no discernible trail, but I figured that going down to the river could really only be the logical choice at this stage. So I picked my way down sometimes stirring up some loose rock. I could tell that this was not a common route.

 I ran into a few dead ends and had to make some different decisions on the hot, dark rock to finally get my way into the side canyon that led right down to the Colorado. I enjoyed a quick dip in the cold river to cool myself after the hot hike at the bottom of the canyon. After this point, the trail was rather easy to find and I could tell to my relief that I was in the right spot. It still was not easy as I climbed up and over a hill that dropped me into Deer Creek. Once I hit Deer Creek, I knew that there was a large waterfall, but I was at a very small waterfall. So I continued downstream. I knew that the canyon itself would not be my trail because it was a deep slot canyon with cold water flowing through it.

 I walked the rim of this deep canyon on the right side. There were a few points where I could have taken a tumble into the canyon but nothing too super sketchy. I came out around the corner and had to take a hot steep trail back down to the Colorado River, then walk back up to Deer Creek Falls. It was huge and definitely worth the hike. I am glad I got to see it. At first, I had it to  myself, then 3 river runners showed up for a swim.I took the opportunity to sit down, have some lunch, and fill my water bottles back up. Then it was back up the hot hill. I made it back to where the trail from Thunder River hit Deer Creek. I jumped in under the waterfall here to cool myself off for the hot hike. I followed Deer Creek for some time before ending up climbing out of the creek and up the hill. I ran into a couple of clueless guided groups which made me happy we did not have commercial guiding in the wilderness at Zion.

I went past one more small waterfall before just going uphill through the more flat, plateau country. I ran into the junction with the Thunder Creek trail after hiking up and talking to a few more groups. Then it was back up the steep hill and what seemed like a much longer hike on the flats of the Esplanade above before getting back to the campsite. It was definitely dinner time by this point. Dad had told me that he had barely got in only a short time before I showed up. He said he just did not have much energy going up the hill. So it was probably a good thing that he didn't try to put in a bunch of miles like I put in. We enjoyed dinner and an excellent sunset before getting some rest to wake in the morning and hike out.

We got ourselves moving before the sun hit us and it stayed off of us for most of the morning until we were nearly out of the Canyon. It was a couple hour drive back where we would take one rest day before driving out to Las Vegas to go hike to the top of Mt. Charleston.

The Lake is Full

Seth and I have done Mystery Canyon at least a couple of times, so typically I would not blog about it because I have been there often enough. But this trip was a little different. The point of the trip was to do some monitoring on the slope into Mystery. After we got the measuring done, it was time to go through the canyon. We did the first few series of rappels without any issues moving through rappel after rappel in the narrowest of sections. Then we got to a rappel that was usually a short drop, but strange enough it had completely washed out. Now the anchor was well above our heads, but the rappel was not a rather simple down climb. We got to the nice open dry lake bed, well usually dry lake bed only to find this dry lake bed filled with murky water.

 There had been quite a bit of precipitation lately and I guess those afternoon thunderstorms had flooded Mystery Canyon nice and full of rainwater. Now this usually dry sandy spot was now a large lake. We started out just wading and then realized that even that was not going to work. It became deeper and deeper until we were finally swimming. Not expecting that much water, I was dumb enough to leave my dry bag unsealed, so everything in my pack got soaked. Smooth move Drake.
 After the lake, we climbed up the slightly less steep hill and then back down into the canyon. We saw a black widow and a lizard with a bug in it's mouth after that to mix things up a little bit. Just a few rappels later we were exiting into the Narrows. We were very happy to have something new on a canyon that we had done many times before. 

Fish Lake

Jacqueline and I had been planning to go to Fish Lake for about 6 years, so we figured it was finally time. We arranged it so that we could meet up with Jacqueline's brother Paul who could come down from Salt Lake with his dog Flynn. Paul was going to meet us later, so Jacqueline, Zyla, and I made the 3 plus hour drive up to Fish Lake. It was a pretty drive and nice to go to some new country. We arrived at the lake in the early afternoon. We took a look around and saw the facilities before cruising the campground to find our perfect site.

We were surprised at just how many sites were available because the closer you are to Zion, the less likely you are to find a campsite. We picked one near the top of the hill with an excellent view of the lake. We decided to use the afternoon to get a hike in. Our trail of choice was Doctor Creek. It started out fairly flat going through some meadows. The flatness changed to some uphill. Jacqueline did great despite carrying a baby. Zyla was happily tucked away in the backpack. There were a few other people on the hike, but it was relatively quiet. The trail took us up, up, up through the aspens until finally popping out in a nice open meadow. At this point, the trail vanished but this was probably enough for the three of us anyway. We had a relatively easy hike back, so we took our time enjoying a break in the meadow talking to some women that joined us there. We hiked on back to the car and then met up with Paul at the campsite. He was in a great mood as usual. Zyla was both happy and nervous to see Flynn there.
 We had a good spot to have a dog because we were nowhere near any other groups, so Flynn could bark to his heart's content. We put Zyla to bed, which luckily, she never minds going to bed by herself in the tent. We stayed up playing Catan and enjoying each other's company. The next day we were up early in the morning. It was nice and chilly, so we enjoyed some breakfast in our poofy jackets. Our plan for the day was to go for a hike. I had a good map, so we chose a loop that would take us on the Crater-Ivie Trail. It was supposed to be 6 miles roundtrip. Jacqueline said that she was up for a big hike like that, so we went for it.

Flynn was so happy running around off his leash, that I felt so bad to have to ask Paul to put Flynn back on his leash. It is one of my pet peeves to be out hiking and have a dog come running up to me off leash. I could see that Paul did not agree with my personal preferences, but he obliged. We started out charging up a hill once again. When we topped out, we briefly talked about turning around, but Jacqueline said we could keep going. The trail quickly dropped down into a dryish lake bed. We walk around to the inlet of the lake and uphill through a meadow until we were back in the trees. We had a few worries as Flynn was getting a bit worn out while the dark thunderclouds warned of possible rain or lightning.
 We continued moving, though and soon we were coming down a trail with lots of loose rock. Jacqueline was not thrilled about this with a baby in her belly, but we made it down and were soon rewarded with an excellent view of the lake. Fish Lake was massive covering a huge area. We were now in a meadow which we would take back all the way to the car to complete the loop. We let Zyla walk the last fifteen minutes and she was happy to do so. She did so good in the backpack all day, so it was nice to get her out and let her walk. We drove on back to the campsite where we were able to hang out for the evening once again. Paul brought his sailboat to go sailing on the lake, but the winds were too strong in the morning, so we went out to breakfast instead. Then we parted ways having a fun weekend of hiking and hanging out.