Sheets in the Wind

We made it about four miles up Sheet's Gulch before we encountered a pool we couldn't cross.  EDO said that we'd probably need to get down into the water.  It was in the forties, so not too cold, but there was a strong north wind.  We would have needed to strip below the waist, ford the pool, climb over a five foot chock stone, and then get dressed again.  Plus, we were on our way out and had to come back.

So we turned around and tried a side canyon.  It developed into an hour long foray, but got us thinking about side canyon jumbles.  If you wanted to put some time into it, there were dozens of places that you could try scrambling to the rim.  The other benefit of a shorter hike is that we had time to goof around at the arch.

Fern's Nipple

We agreed, though I'm not sure that VSO was committed to it, to try the alternate route up Fern's Nipple.  By alternate, I don't mean another trail, but full-on, backcountry route finding.  It took us more than three hours to get to the top (reach the teat, ahem).  (I'm adding a second image, below, to illustrate the summit climb.)

At that point, I was seriously worried that we wouldn't be able to make it back to the Chev before dark.  Fortunately, EDO saved the day by finding the tourist route and leading us down.  Six to seven miles across 3,200 vertical feet of rugged backcountry in six hours.  We reached the truck by 5:30p.  I was impressed.

Spring Gulch

In 1931, Noel Morss published his "Report on the Explorations under the Caflin-Emerson Fund, 1928-1929," in which he described numerous Fremont sites studied and at least partially excavated by a team from Harvard University.  Many of the sites are in the vicinity of the Fremont River and the Waterpocket Fold, which are near (or in) Capitol Reef National Park.

Yesterday, VSO and I went into Spring Gulch to see a number of the rock shelters that Morss included in his paper (and probably some that were not).  We noted potsherds, stone tools, ground stone, and possible pictographs.  It was a nice day for late December and we made it a couple of miles upstream (and back) before dark.

Mudded Out

Ever since we got the Thanksgiving snow storm, the roads in the Swell have been muddy.  Yesterday we planned a trip to Short Canyon, but didn't make it.  I chickened out.  In some places it is snotty enough that you could wind up in the ditch.

So, we wandered some of the broken boulders beneath the Molen Reef looking for pictographs.  (We didn't find any.)

Steep Ground

I was planning to drive to the saddle between Horse and Range, but the Chev skidded out on a steep switchback in the snow.  So, I parked it and we walked from there.  We probably could have made it to the saddle in about an hour, but decided to dive off onto the ridge above the road after about 40 minutes.

It was a good choice.  It took at least two hours to cover the ridge and slide down the shoulder to the road.  The ground was steep but, aside from one ill-advised fifth-class move that nearly left me with a cracked skull, we managed to keep our footing all the way down.

Break Out

We were just beyond the mouth of Saddle Horse Canyon and it was past 2p.  That doesn't sound very late, but it had taken us two hours to walk there and two hours to drive there, so we were looking at being back in Price by 6p (at the earliest), which is well after dark at this time of year.  On EDO's Avenza map, it showed a nearby foot trail running straight up the canyon wall to the rim, which could possibly turn our return slog into a short loop.

I was somewhat doubtful that the trail existed, and even more doubtful that we could find it in the snow.  But, there it was:  An old horse trail that zig-zagged up the slickrock and put us in position to loop back to the Chev by 3:45p.  We were in town by 5:30p.

Goodwater Run

Out at the Wedge, the BLM has built the Goodwater Trail, a 14 mile non-motorized trail along the rim.  My understanding is that it is a popular trail and, given all the dog shit, graffiti, and ad hoc fire rings, I don't doubt it.  Which is why I agreed to go only on the first Sunday of winter.

EDO wanted to run from the west trailhead to the east trailhead and I was the shuttle driver.  In the event, we saw just one overlander bro (with dog) and he was leaving.  EDO finished in two and a half hours.  I asked if she would want to do it again (on another day) and she said, "Yes."  Might need to find another shuttle driver.

Horse Thief

We've been out here before, looking for the route from the Smith Cabin to the top of the Horse Thief Trail.  Today we found it, all three of us walking from the road to the saddle in two and a half hours.

Coming from the other side, EDO and I had climbed from the river to the saddle two years ago.  Now we've reconnoitered both halves and lack only a committed shuttle driver to set us up for a through hike.

Wrong Again

After all the snow we saw yesterday, I thought it was time to set the first track of the season.  I drove to my favorite ski ridge at the top of Indian Canyon with the Karhus in the Chev.  And then I went for a walk in my ski boots.

Cmas Tree Adventure

Before we left I assured VSO, "there is no new snow, we will not be post-holing, we will be able to park near any tree we want to cut."  In the event, I was incorrect on all counts.  There were eight inches of new snow on the highway (above), we were not able to park (but instead got stuck in a frozen plow berm, below), and were forced to post-hole for an hour before we found a tree to cut.

Worst of all, once we decided on a tree, VSO's picture of it made Rural Ways look like a wild-eyed serial killer (below).

Perfect December Days

In Price, the north wind usually blows all day at 30 MPH.  For the last week, though, it has been still.  And sunny.  And mid-forties.  These are very nice conditions.  If you're working in the woods in forty degree weather, and the sun is on you, and the wind isn't blowing, you can do it in a flannel shirt.  There is currently a little snow at 7,200 feet, but it, too, is benign.