Weekend at Great Basin

 Jacqueline, Zyla, and I decided to make a bold move and spend 3 consecutive nights camping out in Great Basin Park. This was a bold move because we had never done more than one night in a row in the past. Zyla was a great camper, so it was just a matter of how she would do staying out for multiple days. Jacqueline's brother Paul was meeting us there, so it should be a fun time. We got off of work a little bit early and made our way through three hours of Basin and Range to Great Basin. Our first hope was to find ourselves a campsite. We decided to stay in the Upper Lehman Campground because that was the only campground in Great Basin that we had not stayed in yet.

 We were lucky enough to find one of the last sites. It was unfortunately right next to the bathrooms, so occasionally we got the smell of the bathrooms wafting into our campsite. Once we made camp, we drove out to another campsite to visit with our friends who were campground hosts. We had a nice chat about fireflies, then went back to our campground where we ran into Paul. We got Zyla to bed in her pee pod, then played some Catan out at the picnic table. The next morning we got a slower start, but that was kind of the point. Enjoyed a breakfast at the picnic table and then drove up the road to do the hike out to the glacier.

We even let Zyla hike on her own, which was the first time really that she showed any desire to actually do the hiking on her own. She had spent so much time riding in the backpack while her dad did the work that I wondered if she would be more ambitious or just want to keep riding. She walked for about half a mile before we got impatient and she wore herself out, then it was back in the backpack. We had done this hike many years ago on our first trip to Great Basin, but not since. It was an excellent trip taking us first through the forest, then by the lakes, then through the bristlecone forest before finally topping out above treeline at the glacier.

This glacier was more of a rock glacier then a snow glacier by this point in the days of global warming. We took a bunch of pictures including the same picture that we took 6 years earlier. This was Jacqueline and my first hike together many years in the past. Now it was 6 years later and we had one daughter and a son on the way. We really don't mess around. Jacqueline was doing well despite carrying an extra load. She still had 4 more months of being pregnant left, so I was hoping we could still spend some time getting out. On the way down, we stopped at Stella Lake to play. Zyla always enjoys throwing rocks into the lake.

We had a beautiful day without a cloud in the sky which is rather strange for late July in Great Basin. We wandered back down to the car spending a good 4 hours out and about. Then it was a little time to play around camp and in the tent. I think this was Zyla's favorite part. Time can sure fly out there because sooner rather than later it was dinner time. After dinner, we made an attempt to go to the evening program. A rather embarrassing thing happened while waiting for the program. Zyla was just sitting on the bench next to Jacqueline and I. Neither of us were watching for a second and when we looked down, Zyla had face planted in the dirt.

She was unhurt, but obviously a bit shaken up by it. I felt bad being the parent, but she is a kid and those things happen. We tried to stay for the evening program, but Zyla was just too young and did not get it. We only made it through a bit of it before heading back to camp to play in the tent before putting Zyla to bed. Then it was another night of Catan and even a campfire where Jacqueline and Paul had some smores. I am not a big fan, so I did not partake. I got to bed earlier on this night, because in the morning I was waking up early again. It was back in the Xterra for a drive back up toward the top of the road.  

This time, though, I was by myself. I was going for a hike up to the top of the highest point, Wheeler Peak. Having done this hike twice before, this was nothing new for me. But I wanted to be in good shape, so this was one way to do it by waking up early and getting up the peak. I woke up at 6 a.m. and was on the trail by 6:45. I ran into a couple of animals including a turkey and a herd of deer enjoying the early morning calm before the packs of hikers started swarming the peak. I knew I was moving good without the little girl on my back or a big pack for work, so this wasn't going to take long. As soon as I hit the ridge, I knew I was in for it.

 The wind was intense and I had to work to right my way through it. Still it had only taken me an hour to get this far. There was one group ahead of me, so that gave me some motivation also, but by 8:35 I was on top of the mountain. It had taken me less than 2 hours to climb over 3000 feet and about 4 miles to stand above 13000 feet. I knew I had not set any records, but I was proud of myself. I took a bunch of pictures including one of Pyramid Peak, the first mountain Jacqueline had climbed and also the place where I proposed to her. I talked to the father and son up on top, then it was time to get down.

 I was thinking that I might even make it back before the family was ready to go do something else. I ran into the deer again on the way down and then was back at the trailhead by 10:30 a.m. and to the campsite by 11:00 a.m. No one seemed particularly impressed by my swift hiking as there was a child to attend to. Jacqueline was happy to have my help again. Now it was time for a group hike. We chose to do the Timber Creek - Pole Canyon hike that we had done before. This time, we had a car shuttle so that would make it easier. We started at the higher elevation at Timber Creek.

I carried Zyla up to the saddle where we had a late lunch/snack. We took a bunch of pictures knowing that this was the high point of the hike. We would then drop off the saddle down to Pole Canyon where it was time to hike down through a dry grassland area. Zyla got out for a while and did some more hiking, this time going for 3/4 of a mile before tiring out. The hardest thing with her hiking was keeping her moving as everything was interesting. That was a good thing, because at least she was engaged in the environment around her. The hike took a good chunk of the afternoon before it was back to camp to enjoy one more evening of playing in the dirt and in the tent. Zyla was definitely a happy camper.

 We did not even think that she missed her home at this point. The tent and our campsite had now become her home. We enjoyed some more Catan and another small campfire before getting some shut eye. Zyla slept wonderfully in the tent. In the morning, I think she was slightly sad to pack up and go home. But we had to at some point, so it was now or never. We had a very enjoyable weekend with the kid enhanced by Uncle Paul coming along. Jacqueline did great despite her pregnant belly and I was happy that I had a family that enjoyed being outdoors as much as I did. 

The Middle Fork

 Woody and I were scheduled to hike up the Middle Fork of Taylor Creek to count people. I had never been to the back of the Middle Fork, so I decided that this was a good day to do that. We saw the arch crew while we were out there working on the restoration of the Taylor Creek cabins. We made it all the way to the Double Arch Alcove, which for most people is the turn around point. But on this day, we went farther. We ran into a semi-dryfall if not for the small spring coming out of the dryfall about halfway up. It was only a small flow of water, but still interesting for where Zion likes to place it's springs.
We had to go around on the right where there was a steep sandy slope. Once above that, the signs of people started to dwindle away except for the few that had followed us. We went farther and farther up this brushy canyon until it got more narrow. We had to climb either up or around a certain number of obstacles until we got to the back of the canyon where there was an impassable obstacle. We looked at it and it may have been possible to get around it on the left, but it would have been challenging. We weren't quite up for that on a day we were specifically just supposed to be counting people. Curiously, there was an old junky rope hanging at the end of the canyon. Woody and I cut it with a rock as high as we could to keep people from trying to climb up it. We turned around and went down the canyon. There was another large alcove on the left as we went downstream, so Woody and I decided to check it out. It turned out to be this amazing spot.

It was enormous in scale and looked like a prime spot to have a camp spot. We looked around and sure enough there was an old campfire. I thought it could be a place to find pictographs, but there were not any pictographs there. Just this beautiful, cool spot as an oasis to the 100 degree heat we were hiking in during every other day. After that it was back to the canyon proper, then the trail, and the hike out. We were counting people and we were over what was the standard for that area. Woody, somehow got into some poison ivy and had to go to the clinic a couple days later. I didn't get any, but he had it pretty bad. Fun little exploration in the Kolob area.

Cougar Mountain Before & After

One interesting feature of getting to be in the same place for quite some time is realizing just how actively erosion is still occurring in Zion. I can see how the landscape changes in just a few years. These first three pictures show the same area of the Right Fork of North Creek. In 2007, my beautiful wife (who at the time was my beautiful fiance) and I used to go down to this spot and spend the day enjoying the nice swimming hole. In 2008, a massive flash flood ripped through Trail Canyon and then down the Right Fork destroying everything in its path.

There is no better illustration for what a flash flood can do then to come back to this swimming hole a year later and see it completely changed. These are the same spots, basically, though it is really challenging to tell. Well, returning four years later in 2012, I could see the river really making its mark. Cutting through the sand, rock, and debris, here our favorite swimming hole was beginning to come back to life. I love these time elapsed pictures as they show much.
This is all leading up to the fact that the last time that I got to do this hike was in 2008 when it looked like picture number 2. Now it was looking like picture number 3. So when I told Nick, Kelsey, and Woody who were hiking with me that Trail Canyon was great without much vegetation to fight, I was imagining the 2008 form rather than the 2012 version. So to get to Trail Canyon, we obviously start in the Right Fork. There was one thing that the river had not eroded yet and that was the gigantic rock slide that happened in 2011.

In fact, you can even see that with just one year's time, just how much material has continued to fall in this one area. When we crossed this rock slide almost one year prior, our volunteer Andy nearly became part of the large dam that had formed due to continued rockfall creating a massive lake.
Now, the slide seemed rather stable and the lake was still something that we needed to wade across, so wade we did. It is nice to do this hike in July when getting soaked head to toe is actually enjoyable rather than a deterrent to doing the hike.
As we all four crossed the lake, we came upon Trail Canyon and immediately started our way up. I could tell that things were going to be different this time because of the amount of vegetation. There were lots of tamarisk, too, which was too bad considering that in much of the park it had been eradicated. It is an opportunistic kind of plant, though, so I could see how it could make its way back to this area that truly had been ravaged by the flash flooding.

 Notice the difference in the colors that dominated the hike in 2008 compared to 2012. In just four years, the vegetation had recovered quite significantly. It is funny how even something so devastating as a fire followed by a flash flood can only help an area grow stronger. I was not expecting so much plant growth, though, so the people who hiked with me that wore shorts, everyone except for Nick, were quite grumpy about getting their legs chewed up by the massive amount of weeds we were fighting our way through. In fact, by the end of the day, Kelsey and Woody were not looking entirely too good with bright red legs. For some reason, I was doing just fine. Maybe years of fighting through dense vegetation had got me to the point of where my legs were just used to taking a beating. Who knows, but we continued up Trail Canyon which proved to be, though much more vegetated, still an easy enough hike to access one of the more inaccessible areas of the park.

I was interested in seeing the tree to see how it had recovered. It looked pretty good actually with a lot of new bark growth in the lower stretches. You could still see the scarring, but it was coming back to life even after being in the midst of some of the heaviest flooding. After the tree, we continued to charge up the mountain. This is where it got steep. We picked our way up and did not have too tough of a time. We just tried to avoid some of the heaviest vegetation. This was a great place to show how little impact an area could have when humans avoided it. It looked pristine with only faint animal trails to follow. There were two stretches of steep hills to climb and eventually we were able to pop out at the saddle between the Dalton Wash area and the Right Fork and also between Cougar Mountain and the upper stretches of Terry Wash.

 The view from the saddle had not changed much. In fact, the only real difference was the cloud cover that was coming in because of it being July and the middle of thunderstorm season. The clouds were looking threatening, but not exactly menacing, so we continued on. Our goal was the top of Cougar Mountain. We saw how far away that was and wondered if we had enough time. Eric and I had only made it to the natural arch that was out there in the past. This time I was determined to get on top of the summit. Well, it did not end up that way. It was easy going enough, just long. When it came time to turn around, we realized that the summit that we were standing upon was only a false summit and that the true summit was an extra one hour round-trip hike. We discussed among the group and the overwhelmingly consensus was that this was going to have to be our summit for the day. We still all absorbed the incredible views from up top. Zion is such an amazing place to get on top of peaks because the rewards are so high.

First of all, the peak itself had a bunch of interesting rock formations with hoodoos, arches, and small canyons. Add to that the views out toward the West Temple, Bishopric, and the Guardian Angels and you had views you just could not get anywhere else. The canyon above Terry Wash is one of the more inaccessible spots and we had a bird's eye view right into it. I was also glad we could make this trip because this was a first for the other three people on this trip. Nick, Kelsey, and Woody were getting to experience this awesome wilderness rich spot in Zion for the first time. We can get bogged down in visiting wilderness areas as wilderness rangers that are filled uncomfortably with people. But, when we visit a place like this, we can know that there are some places in the park that truly are left up to nature to decide how they grow and erode. We had nothing left to do but go back down and return to the trailhead. That meant more sweating and red legs, with a nice cool swim to cool us off at the end. This turned out to be a fantastic hike with some wilderness rangers actually out in true Zion wilderness.