Monthly Archives: September 2013

Pioneer? Or not?

You will notice all my photos are together in a Gallery and my blog follows.  This was an experiment clicking buttons.  I personally like having the photos intermixed with the narrative.  What do you think?  For now, while we are traveling, using the Gallery is much easier.  Enjoy this post on our travel to Kodachrome Basin State Park, Bryce Canyon National Park, Tropic, Cannonville, Panguitch and Red Canyon, Utah.

In Steve Jobs biography, the author quotes employees of Jobs saying more than once Jobs made them believe they could do the impossible and somehow they did it because they didn’t know how impossible it was.  Here in Utah, it appears the impossible was done by those intrepid Mormon pioneers.  In story after story, I read how these Mormon pioneers accomplished deeds an ordinary man would almost be incapable of because of their faith, their perseverance and ingenuity.  Now I contemplate what that faith enabled these men and women to accomplish.  Perhaps it gave them a tenacity to keep going where most men would give up because the Mormons believed God was leading them.  Maybe these pioneers received powers of the Spirit that enabled them to do heroic deeds.  Did these pioneers receive miracles exactly at the moment they needed one?  I only know that through their determined tenacity and grueling, backbreaking work, Utah is what it is today.

I tried practicing a little of the Mormon pioneer spirit today biking Red Canyon.  If you believe the Dixie NF Visitor Guide, you would know this 9-mile bicycle trail is an easy ride on a paved trail along Highway 12. If you believe this pioneer wanna-be, you would know the trail is a grueling uphill grade from its beginning at the Thunder Mountain Trailhead to its end at the Coyote Hollow turnoff.  It might help to understand that my biking skills are modest, pleasure riding skills best practiced on flat ground.  I felt when I began that if I managed a couple miles, I would be doing fine. The wind was at our back on this bright, sunny fall day.  As I hit about mile 5 of the uphill grade, these were some of the messages cursing through my brain:  you can do this; if someone were by your side encouraging you, you would keep going; God has given you physical health and ability so use it; you cannot quit because the future depends on you; well, you get the gist.  Basically I was pretending to be a Mormon pioneer and understand what kept driving them to do things almost humanly impossible [it truly felt like I couldn’t possibly do one more hill; my legs were like rubber].  I am thrilled to say we did make it to the Coyote Hollow where the trail flattened out to a plateau. On the ride back, with the wind at our face, the bikes flew down the grade with almost no effort.  I screeched to a halt often because of the incredible views of the red canyons, spires, tunnels, arches, and vistas.  The landscape is so rich and vast and gives you a feeling of expansiveness and grandeur and awe.

Mossy Cave trail is an easy .8 mile walk on the perimeter of Bryce National Park.  Yet on this trail, you also can see the waterfall and what is known as the “Tropic Ditch.”  Early Mormon pioneers excavated a 10-mile ditch using hand tools to channel water from the Sevier River to the Paria River.  This allowed settlers to successfully farm, grow orchards and raise livestock in an area known as the town of Tropic.  A young man that became a Mormon at age 18, Ebenezer Bryce, was called to help establish a settlement in the area.  Ebenezer and his wife had 12 children that were all raised to adulthood, an almost impossible task in 1875.  In Tropic, you can find the homestead cabin built by Ebenezer, a rather crude, one-room log shelter.  I poked my head inside the dark, dusty cabin and had nothing but praise for any woman that could call this log shelter home, and if she raised a family in this shelter, well, she was nigh near a saint in my eyes.  My experience with wind and sand at our campsite nearby led me to think pioneer women must have had a continual fight to keep their homes clean battling the elements.  Which is nothing to speak of compared to having to haul water in a barrel for the needs of a family.  You can imagine why there was such celebration when the Tropic Ditch delivered the first stream of precious water to the pioneers that had settled in Tropic.  When we returned to our camp after the days outing, I tried to imagine being one of those Mormon women as I viewed our tarps tossed and blown by the wind, sand everywhere, grit on the table, bed, floor, everything I touched seemed to have a layer of grit and sand.  Our comfortable trailer with glass windows and tightly sealed seams could hardly compare to log cabins and abodes where cracks and crevices must have been commonplace.

At Kodachrome Basin State Park, we are surrounded by towering sandstone chimnies and spires in this redrock semi-desert Park.  My brother tipped us off about Kodachrome, where we booked five nights.  We are in a basin surrounded by the Colorado Plateau with distinctive features called Sedimentary Pipes, columns of rock that rise from the basin floor.  Here we have full hookups for our trailer.  In this part of Utah, this is an unexpected benefit but so very useful as temperatures dip in the 30s at night and a flip of a switch turns the heater on to keep us warm and cozy.  Meals are fast and easy with a microwave and pre-prepared food.  Electricity enables us to have music and light to read by.  Yet we are in an unexploited basin where night skies are brilliant with stars and quiet echoes off the Plateau and giant rock sentinels.

From Kodachrome, we take side trips.  Bryce Canyon National Park is a 20-minute drive.  From the Lodge at Bryce Canyon, we hike to Sunset Point and Sunrise Point, then follow the Rim Trail to Bryce Lookout.  From the rim trail, we see endless vistas of hoodoos, fins, mazes, and spires etched into the pink limestone of the Paunsaugunt Plateau.   At Bryce lookout, we catch the shuttle back to the Lodge for lunch and Wifi.

Panguitch is another side trip, a small town that is an historic Mormon pioneer settlement.   We stopped at an art gallery whose owner, Veda Hale, painted all the art in the gallery and authored a book titled “Swell Suffering,” a biography of Maurine Whipple.  We learned from Veda that Maurine Whipple was the author of a book titled “Giant Joshua” that Veda explained drew parallels with Gone With the Wind, from a Mormon perspective.  Veda was so interesting to talk with.  Two of Veda’s paintings were dear to me, not only as art but also as a reflection of a belief system, a world view I found very endearing.  From Panguitch we drove back to Red Canyon on Highway 12.  Red Canyon is a series of spires and hoodoos eroded out of red limestone and sandstone.  A paved bike trail runs parallel to Highway 12 for nine miles.  Here we stopped for a bicycle ride, the five-mile one-way ride mentioned earlier.

Biking around Kodachrome Basin proved adventurous.  Right outside the Kodachrome entrance is a dirt road to Cottonwood Canyon and Grosvenor Arch.  There was a sign “Road Closed” which we ignored.   We rode for miles seeing nobody but vast stretches of desert-type sand landscape with sparse vegetation.  We eventually realized we were riding through someones ranch as cows eyed us from either side of the dirt road, and a cow with horns sauntered across the road in front of us.  Eventually we came to a crossing guard and could see far in the distance farm buildings against the base of the plateau.  We wondered if a Mormon family lived way out here in isolation, but decided to turn around and bike back to camp.  The road was marked with small signs with numbers like “400” which meant nothing to us.  We spoke with an old timer at the camp store who said he had to pull cars our of the mud where they sink after rainstorms; the old timer said the mud is like quicksand and the cars become caught like animas in a trap.  The road was closed because of recent rainstorms.

Kodachrome has no Wifi or cell phone coverage.  One evening we drove to Bryce Canyon NP to attend an astronomy program on Virgo, followed by stargazing through the National Park telescopes.  We saw the Andromeda Galaxy, the Virgo Constellation among others.  Bryce is rated as a phenomenal place for stargazing; we swear stargazing from the Hot Tub at Bella Luna in Sea Ranch is certainly every bit as phenomenal.  In fact, we often see the Milky Way at Sea Ranch every bit as powerful as we did at Bryce.

In Tropic, we stopped at the Bryce Canyon Coffee and Tea Shop with WiFi.  After the breakfast crowds left, we had the shop to ourselves for hours.  Across the street is the Tropic Heritage Center and library.  They have a shelf of books on Mormon history in the Bryce Valley area of Utah which I found fascinating.  We got kicked out when a man came to close up after 5 p.m.    At Bryce Canyon Lodge, there are numerous electrical outlets to plug in if you are addicted to your technology and need powerful WiFi.  The Lodge has a rustic restaurant that serves breakfast, lunch and dinner.  Clarks Restaurant in Tropic serves good, homespun meals.  Rubys Inn in the town of Bryce Canyon is the most extensive gift shop, restaurant, grocery store, gas station, Internet Service and if it can be sold, you can find it at Rubys, all-encompassing shopping we’ve found in Utah.

The Panorama Trail in Kodachrome SP takes you to several caves, up close to the spires and rocks and to a canyon and eventually up a hill to Panorama Point.  You can hike for 3 miles or take all the side trails for a 6-mile hike.  We ran into a couple from Boston that were quite the adventurers.  He was a math teacher, she a nurse.  They were tent camping.  When asked if we saw the Star Show, we were perplexed, asking if the Park put on a show.  No, they said, we laid on the rocks for hours and observed the stars–beyond beautiful.  With the recent winds and drop in temperatures, I admired their grit.  Even with the heater running in the trailer, the cold chilled me to the bone.  I had a handkerchief wrapped around my head that day to contain the dust and keep a sinus headache at bay, to no avail.  Kodachrome Basin State Park is a gem tucked back in the hills and has lots of opportunities to enjoy the outdoors hiking, biking, ATVing, and exploring.  I was sorry to leave but we packed up the next morning, heading to Escalante and all the new adventures waiting for us.

Zion National Park, Shuttle Rides, Canyons, People

Entrance to Zion National Park

Just because it’s September and the kids have returned to school doesn’t mean there will be no crowds at Zion.  Several months in advance we tried to make reservations to camp at Zion and were only able to get two days simultaneously; so we split our time between two campsites.  We were up early the morning we switched to our second campsite and ready to move out by 9 a.m.  But the second campsite was not vacated and the group staying there used every minute of their time before check out until 11 a.m.  We had time to bike to town and have breakfast at Deep Creek Coffee Company.  Deep Creek has a neat open air deck upstairs where you can enjoy views of the canyons; very good, strong coffee and nice breakfast menu; silly me, I just ordered oatmeal but it was flavorful and substantial (not just a mix with hot water stirred in).

Our bikes ready to roll

Our bikes ready to roll

Back at camp, we still had an hour to kill so Bill drove the trailer to the Dump Station to empty the gray and black water and fill the trailer water tanks.  He pulled in behind a huge fifth wheel rig.  The driver got out, inspected the dump station, the hoses, his rig, then donned plastic gloves.  Thirty minutes later, the man meticulously finished his job, surveyed everything in front of him with satisfaction and drove off.  It was a lesson in patience for certain for Bill, but mostly agitation that anyone could be so thoughtless when other people were in line as to take his own sweet time and then stand back admiring his work.

 

We liked all the wildflowers at the campsites in Zion.  Our 2nd site had a group of golden daisy like flowers so pretty to enjoy while eating.  The shade from overhead trees also helped as temperatures were in the high 90’s in daytime.  We liked having space between us and other campers.  We happened to land right in the middle of a group of Airstream Trailers that were caravanning together.  You could look down our row and see one after the other shiny, aluminum,  Airstream trailers as big as houses.  The RV sites have electrical hookups (at Watchman campground).  I love having a microwave while camping.  It makes me feel like I am really roughing it.  The canyon walls were visible from our trailer in both sites and the moon visible in all it’s brilliance giving a ghostly glow to the canyon and all it’s inhabitants.  We could walk to the camp programs by the light of the moon.  We always learned something at their programs.  For instance, did you know that Zion NP has the most visitors of all the National Parks, 3 million a year?  Neither did I?  And as it turns out, neither does National Geographic which lists Zion about #8 on its list.  Do you know what a crepuscular is?  It is an animal that is seen at dawn and at dusk.

Flowers at Campsite

Flowers at Campsite

To reduce traffic congestation in the park, a shuttle system is the mode of transportation for all visitors.  The shuttles run continually from very early (6 am in summer) until quite late (10:15 pm in summer).  There is no charge to ride the shuttle.  There are ten stops beginning at the town of Springdale and ending at the north end of the canyon at Temple of Sinawava.  At any shuttle stop in the Canyon, you will find trails, restrooms, and drinking water.  A few of the trails are paved for accessibility.  The shuttle is an efficient transport system to allow many people to see the park.  I found, on the other hand, that it detracted from the wilderness experience in several ways.  Because so many people visit, hiking some of the trails is like being on a popular ride.  Being packed like sardines in a crowded shuttle bus hoping for a cool breeze through the small window opening felt too much like being in the city riding a bus.  With planning, I think you could avoid the crowds, but it beats me when or how.

Riding the Shuttle

Riding the Shuttle

We happened to visit Zion in the midst of major construction; the Riverside Walk, Temple of Sinawava, and the Narrows were not accessible unless you walked from the last shuttle stop at Big Bend.  Buses were slower than usual because of waiting for construction crews to give the OK to pass.  And our last morning, the construction crews fired up their engines right outside our camp at 8 am, making it feel anything but peaceful.  They also closed the Dump Station that morning so we sloshed all the way to Cannonville (don’t ask!). Yet there is so much to see and do, there are always options if a door closes on you.  We chose the Weeping Rock Trail on our first shuttle ride.  You can stand in a grotto under the dripping springs  and view the canyon for miles.  The cool water is gentle on you and cools a hot body from a crowded shuttle.

Trail to Weeping Rock

Trail to Weeping Rock

Under the Weeping Rock

Under the Weeping Rock

Canyon View from Weeping Rock

Canyon View from Weeping Rock

Bill on the trail

Bill on the trail

Our next stop was The Grotto where we joined hundreds of other hikers on the Kayenta Trail to the Emerald Pools.  Bill thought as long as we were hiking and in Zion, we were going all the way, to the Middle Emerald Pool  and up to the top to the Upper Emerald Pool. We thought for all the effort, we were in for a dazzling sight.  What we found was a large pool with about fifty people sitting on rocks staring as more people emerged from the hike up.  Well, that was interesting, we thought.  Back down the trail and a turn to the Lower Emerald Pool, which turned out to be my favorite of the three pools.  There was not only a beautiful Emerald pool, but water dripped from above the trail offering a refreshing shower, and the rock walls were striking.  We took the paved walk back toward Zion Lodge and caught the third shuttle back to camp (the first two were standing room only).

Bill in the canyon

Bill in the canyon

Trail at Lower Emerald Falls

Trail at Lower Emerald Falls

View of Lower Emerald Pool

View of Lower Emerald Pool

On the trail to Upper Emerald Pool

On the trail to Upper Emerald Pool

Typical group of hikers on Emerald Pool Trail

Typical group of hikers on Emerald Pool Trail

Shadow Man striking a pose on rock

Shadow Man striking a pose on rock

Looking up the canyon from Emerald Pool Trail

Looking up the canyon from Emerald Pool Trail

Cairns mark the trail to Emerald Pool

Cairns mark the trail to Emerald Pool

Up the Rock steps to the Upper Emerald Pool

Up the Rock steps to the Upper Emerald Pool

Looking down on Virgin River from Emerald Pools Trail

Looking down on Virgin River from Emerald Pools Trail

Bridge to Kayenta Trail

Bridge to Kayenta Trail

One day of riding the shuttle was enough for us, so we chose the Pa’rus Trail for a bike ride the next morning.  Although only 3.5 miles, this is an easy trail for seeing the canyon floor and enjoying the Virgin River which the paved trail crosses four or five times. Riding in the morning sun was delightful. Why did they decide to close the  Zion Human History Museum September 19?  Who knows, but we will have to visit the Museum on our next trip.  The Pa’rus Trail goes right by the Museum.

Zion from the Shuttle

Zion from the Shuttle

Back at camp, we came across a trailhead called Watchman Trail 2.7 miles round trip.  Let’s do it.  What a treat this trail was.  It ascended for it’s entire length, working it’s way up the red sand and rock canyon, crossing water you could smell and feel, but rarely see.  We knew there must be a real treat for us at the top and there was–views for miles of lower Zion Canyon and even the town of Springdale.  But the most memorable treat for us was meeting a young couple from Israel with their baby in a backpack.  We talked and joked and compared notes on trails and highways and the young man showed me how to update the IOS on my IPhone, of all things, on the top of this cliff, hands on.  The couple also shared the “inside scoop” that someone like me doesn’t have a clue about–to install the IOS at night because it takes a long time and uses memory, so, they told me, make sure you are plugged in to a power source. The walk back was a piece of cake, all down hill.  The best part was the trail was not crowded, I guess because it is not a shuttle stop but begins across from the Visitor Center.

WatchmanTrail2

BillConnieWatchmanTrail

After our hike, we rode our bikes to Springdale.  It is surprising to find a town with lots of restaurants, coffee shops, gift shops, Wifi within a mile from the entrance of Zion.  When the sun began to set, we decided it was time to head back to camp.  We flew on the downhill slope, holding on for dear life, with a cool breeze energizing, and enjoying the sun setting on the canyon walls as another day came to a close.  We really enjoyed our visit to Zion.  In four days, we only saw a glimpse of all there is, but we saw enough people to get our fill.  We will research a less-populated time to visit.  The icing on the cake was our last campfire program.  Night had fallen, stars were just beginning to shine, and the beautiful night was shattered by the sounds of music.  We learned the Zion Theater at the north end of Springdale was having a live outdoor concert.  The peace and solitude of the Canyon was nonexistent.  It was loud, it was Rock, and it was not conducive to the wilderness of Zion National Park.  The Park Ranger had to strain to be heard above the noise.  We walked back to our campsite in the moonlight thinking what a strange world it is, beautiful, awesome, and contradictory.

Crowds!  Visitors disembarking from Shuttle

Crowds! Visitors disembarking from Shuttle

 

From Tonopah to Tonopah

We arrived in Tonopah, Nevada, day two of our trip across Nevada heading to Zion National Park, filled up with gas and headed east on Hwy. 6 toward Ely.  At  Warm Springs, we were to turn right on Hwy. 375 toward Alamo, where we had a reservation for the night.  The road was a beautiful, lonesome, two-lane stretch in a huge expanse of land barren of road signs, houses, people, and even cars almost.  We loved the feel of miles and miles of empty space with the mountains framing the valley, cloud formations billowing on the horizon, and telephone poles like art against the stark landscape.  After our niece Kathryn told us about the lack of gas stations in eastern Nevada, we were determined to fill up with gas at every opportunity.  Signs we were used to in California like “Next gas 65 miles” were apparently nonexistent in Nevada.

Lonesome Highway

Lonesome Highway

Engrossed in the audio book, “Steve Jobs”, the miles flew by.  I was snapping photos of the awesome landscape.  We stopped at a rest stop to switch drivers and stretch our legs and I took the wheel.  Bill grabbed the maps to get a bead on our location.  We had been driving several hours since leaving Tonopah and still had not come to Warm Springs.  I started reading off the few signs along the road “lunar crater” ” lava buttes” as Bill studied the maps and mumbled, I think we missed our turnoff.  Not possible, said I.  We haven’t passed any town or any turnoff.  Bill continued, “we are way past our turnoff I feel sure and we are on the road to Ely.”

Trailer Girl

Trailer Girl

I looked at the gas tank–almost half a tank.  We had filled up in Tonapah and had used half a tank already?  Something was not right.  I started watching the gas gauge religiously.  We tried using our smart phones to map our location but there was no cell phone coverage.  We tried using the GPS to get a satellite location with a little more success and Bill announced, we’ve got to turn around.  Yeah, right.  We are on a two lane road with no turnouts and miles and miles of nothing in front of us and a 23′ trailer behind us.  At the first place I felt I could safely pull off on the gravel, I turned the wheel over to Bill to maneuver us around.  I continued to watch the gas gauge and my stomach sank as the gas gauge continued to move past center and still no turnoff.  It was 20-30 miles back to Warm Springs.  No wonder we had missed it.  It was a boarded up building and an old fence.  The only sign that gave any indication of the town was nailed to the defunct “Warm Springs Cafe and Bar.”  The sign Hwy. 375 was there all right but you had to look real hard to see it and we were so caught up in learning how Steve Jobs built the MacIntosh computer, we didn’t give the intersection a second glance.

Warm Springs.  Blink and you will miss it.

Warm Springs. Blink and you will miss it.

I could get phone service with my Apple IPhone and telephoned the RV Park in Alamo?  How far was it from Warm Springs to Alamo? 120 miles.  Where was the next gas station?  In Alamo.  Not having inherited my father’s chutzpah for pushing the limits of driving to the last drop of gas, I agreed with Bill that our best course of action at this point was to return to Tonopah.  By now it was 4:30 in the late afternoon and running out of gas between Warm Springs and Alamo with no one around on this lonesome stretch of highway was not something I wanted to venture.  Bill figured with half a tank left (12 gallons) and worse case 8 mpg, it was cutting it way too close.  And that is how we ended up back in Tonopah in an empty parking lot next to a casino parked between big rigs for the night.

The next morning, we were back on Highway 6 heading to Warm Springs, 2nd time around.  We got an early start this time — the big rigs started revving up early and we were parked right between two of them.

Shade, Lunch, and Beauty all around

Shade, Lunch, and Beauty all around

 

Trailer Gets Stuck in Hawthorne, Nevada

We awoke this morning to the sound of big rig motors revving.  It was 6:30 am and the truckers were beginning their day.  We were in a desolate stretch of Nevada in the town of Tonapah in a large, vacant parking lot.  It was Sunday morning.

The day before, it was almost noon when we pulled out of Whiskey Station RV Park in Hawthorne, Nevada.  We weren’t concerned.  We had an easy day of travel to Alamo.  We pulled into the cheapest gas station in town and almost took out a pump when we exited; but  a fellow traveler helped direct our big rig around the pump.  Then we heard a horrid crunching sound.  We screeched to a halt.  I jumped out and ran back to find the back of the trailer jammed up against a cement red barrier post between the gas station store and the pumps.  A weathered women with brown skin was studying our situation shaking her head.  This was bad.  Bill came around and the three of us shook our heads.  We had scraped the  back end of the trailer and the awning support pole and appeared to be jammed against the cement post unable to move.   We tried jogging the trailer an inch forward, an inch back until we made it worse.  HELP!! What to do?  We needed an expert!

Red Cement Post has us trapped

Red Cement Post has us trapped

The woman telephoned her husband, a truck driver.  Smoking a cigarette, he drove up, took in the situation, grimaced, pronounced we would need to unhook and reposition the truck.  With any luck, we might be able to pull the trailer slightly to the right and get free.  His name was Tommy and her name was Susan.  Bill unhitched the truck, repositioned and hitched it up again.   Tommy yelled directions, then using all his strength, leaned in against the trailer at the back end pushing it away from the post.  Within seconds, everyone leapt to help, the gas station owner, a patron, Susan and Tommy, all pushing against the back end of the trailer and quick as it began, the saga was over and the trailer was free.

Pushing to free trailer from red cement post

Pushing to free trailer from red cement post

The awning bolt was crushed and the back end of the trailer scraped.  And for some odd reason, the back door lock wouldn’t budge.  Shaking Tommy’s hand, Bill slipped Tommy a bottle of wine.  Susan gave us directions to the hardware store and then jumped in her truck and said to follow her.  As she drove off, Susan yelled  “have a great trip.” We were able to find the spare parts at a Camperland in St. George, Utah and got the back door lock replaced and the awning rebolted at an RV Repair Shop in St. George.  And we learned a lesson.  We now only pull into gas stations that are big enough for a big rig truck.  Thanks to two strangers in Hawthorne, Nevada, we only lost face, banged up the trailer, broke the awning but made two friends, Tommy and Susan.

Tommy and Susan

 
Tommy and Susan