Seven Days in May

[kcowyo]

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"Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will - whatever we may think."
- Lawrence Durrell

"Our plan was simple. Slither and pound our way through the beauty of the Colorado Plateau and remain as remote and self sufficient as possible."
- Dave Connors (UCE)


When the opportunity came up to return to Canyonlands National Park, outside of Moab, Utah, how could I not go? Unlike my previous solo trip, I would have the pleasure of tagging along with one of my favorite photographers, Darren Kilgore of Colorado, and his overland prepped '02 4Runner. Darren and I have done a quick weekend trip together before and I find him to be the most agreeable traveler.

An invitation was also extended to our mutual friend, Chuck Hathcock of New Mexico. In addition to his flawless GPS skills, Chuck has a great Tacoma that he's put a lot of time, effort and thought into plus he's really into photography as well. He would wind up joining us later in the week for the White Rim Trail. With a photographer and off road demon of Darren's caliber and a wildlife biologist with nav skills like Chuck on board, I was sure to learn a lot on this trip!

The only thing that could make a trip to Moab better is being able to go with someone who knows a few secret spots but also has a desire to see something new. We all had varying reasons for taking this trip but we agreed that visiting the more remote parts of the park was a must. We pinpointed a few highlights that we were hoping to see and I began to plot a route that would allow us to see as much of the remote areas around the park as possible.

I met up with Darren in Moab, Sunday morning May 7th. It was the last official day of Cruise Moab '06, and as I made my way south off the interstate to Moab on 191, I was fortunate enough to see many attendees heading out of town. I'm a big mark for 'Cruisers so seeing the myriad of 80's, 40's, new FJ's, 60's and a few 55's that had come to town the week before was a real thrill. We would be fortunate enough to see a few Cruisers that stayed after CM '06, on the trails that week too.

After an ice and gas stop, Darren led me up to Arches NP, for my first official visit of the park. It was real treat as I've driven by the park several times, but I've never had time for a formal visit. The numerous parking lots to view the Arches were typically crowded but Darren had a plan. From the northern end of the park, he turned back south but on a 4wd trail that paralleled the main park road before turning west back towards 191, north of Moab. We aired down and made our way along the trail that had a few easy off camber sections and several stair step obstacles. The scenery was excellent but merely foreshadowed what we'd see all week.

We made our way north on 191, back to Interstate 70. The next two days we would be in the most remote section of the park, the Maze. We stopped for gas in Green River, UT and I was surprised to see an old Lake City, CO neighbor and employer at the gas station. They were returning from Lake Powell, and heading to Lake City. It was one of those weird random road moments because I had not seen them since leaving Lake City almost 5 years ago and here we were bumping into each other at some gas station in the middle of a state that neither of us live in.

On the move again, we make our way south through the San Rafael Valley to the western side of the park. The Glen Canyon Recreation Area would be our first stop as we took several shots of the sunset that evening. Later we made camp near the entrance of the Maze and tried to figure out how it takes 8 hours to drive 20 miles as the signs had said. It wouldn't be a mystery for long.

**** With 7 days on remote trails and over 700 photos of my own, not including Darren & Chuck's pics, this will be one of my annoying multi part reports. Not trying to be dramatic or suspenseful, it's just easier for me to do it in small increments.****

[articulate]

Hell yeah......

[Darren]

You're hired! I'm sure glad I let you do this report. You're getting real good at this stuff. All that reading you do is rubbing off on your writing side. Not doing this all at once will be easier for me to keep up as well. I'm not going to add any more words since they'd just get in the way. I won't be as shy about dropping in a few pictures. Here are some from this first day:

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KC descending a hill on the Eye of the Whale road in Arches


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KC descending a fairly steep grade (~34 degrees) along the same route


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Arriving at the northern access to the Maze just north of Hanksville


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A little ways in, we stop at Little Flat Top butte for sunset


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The 'Runner


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Looking back across the valley and one of the scenes I was shooting when KC took my picture above

[blaze one]

great photo's so far, Can you send me a High res . of that last pic ?
jamesrlr@hotmail.com
Trust us , we wouldn't all be reading your reports like a good novel if we thought they were annoying .
Can wait for th update .:D

[Ursidae69]

Cool, KC's threads are always amusing and I am even in this toward the end! :jumping: I'll post up some photos once you get to the WRT section of the trip.

[datrupr]

Great report so far KC! Very nice photos as well to both KC and Darren. You guys are truely artists. I can't wait for the second installment and some more photos.

[HongerVenture]

Woohoo! I've been looking forward to reading this. Great reading and viewing... this Hoosier has to experience the southwest somehow and I can't think of no better way than vicariously through KC, Darren, and Chuck.

KC,
I owe you an e-mail and some posts about the Fridge/Freeze and Big South Fork... however reading your threads is a good excuse for not getting to it. That and my bloody motherboard fritzing on my home computer.

[kcowyo]

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"The distance doesn't matter; only the first step is difficult."
- Mme. du Deffand

"Life is a balance of holding on and letting go."
- Keith Urban

Darren had spied a private campsite with a great overlook across yet another canyon, just yards from the Maze District entrance. After driving all night to Moab the previous evening, I finally crashed after 36 hours with no sleep. I would like to tell you about the great dreams of off road adventures and slickrock that I had that night, but the truth is sleep came quickly and if I did dream that night, it was probably about taking a nap.

With no promise of a wake up time I slept in till an embarassing hour while Darren, ever patient, probably wondered if I was going to sleep in till the following day. Once up, I was anxious to get the day started. Our route would take us in a counter clockwise pattern around the park. We had started in Arches NP and moved west and south to the Maze. Research on the Maze District was difficult. I never could find enough pics of the area for me to have a good idea of what to expect. As frustrating as that was, it turned out to be a blessing, like not finding your presents before Christmas. The Maze District would be a gift to the senses.

Our first destination after passing through the ranger's station at Hans Flat would be the Panorama Point Overlook. Because I had little to go on, I was nervous about what to expect from the trail. I feel comfortable with my truck for most trails but with the camper on it and on a different trail system than I'm used to, I could only hope I had the clearence necessary to come through unscathed. I tried to pump myself up by reminding myself that everytime life presents us with a new challenge, that it's an opportunity to learn and grow. And often, taking that first step is the hardest part.

Not that it was a race, or that the time even mattered, but it took us two and a half hours to travel the 11.5 miles to the overlook. Lots of photo breaks, lots of scrambling up stair steps and easing down narrow switchbacks. Rather quickly I was able to see what makes Darren such a talented photographer. In addition to his equipment and interest in photography, I have to believe it his his overwhelming patience that allows him to get to, and set up for, just the right shot. If Darren ever grew impatient during the trip, I never saw it. Even days later when mine was wearing thin, it was Darren's calm nature that saw us through. I used to covet his camera skills, but now I think I'd like to have that much patience and contentment with where I am. The guy is a rock. I couldn't have asked for a better partner to go exploring with in some of the most remote country in the lower 48 states.

At the overlook we both stood slack jawed for a moment before breaking into laughter as the land rolled out in front of us like a redrock carpet. Like 2 kids with a golden ticket to the chocolate factory, we scrambled over rocks and peered over the edge to take in the complete view from our 6250 ft viewpoint. Several other trails were visible far below on the canyon floor and we tried to guess which ones were which. We set our sights on the Maze Overlook for sunset and somewhat reluctantly piled back in the vehicles, leaving one of the more scenic points of the entire trip.

On a map, the two overlooks sit about a mile or two apart from each other. The reality is much different. Four and half hours and 32.5 scenic miles later we pulled up to the Maze Overlook. I immediately snapped the lead photo in this post and got out of Darren's way. It was 7pm and the sun was dropping fast. I watch Darren grab his tripod and camera bag, which weighs almost as much as his 4Runner, and he's off to the most perilous point he can find for just the right shot. I retreat to the camper to jot down some notes and mileage totals for the day. A feeling of patience, but really more like relaxation comes over me and I have to remind myself where I am. I'm on day two of a trip that has been months in the making, to a place most people will never see, with a friend whose outfit makes for great trail pics regardless of the terrain. I finally have my new camper that I have wanted for so long and we're right in the middle of a scenic nowhere land.

A memorable sunset closed the curtain on Monday, May 8th and so far all was well. We were a night or two away from a full moon and tomorrow we make our way to the Doll House, the most remote point on our trip and rumor has it, some of the most difficult trail conditions we'll encounter this week.

[kcowyo]

....Not doing this all at once will be easier for me to keep up as well. I'm not going to add any more words since they'd just get in the way. I won't be as shy about dropping in a few pictures....

I understand if you want to save your own words for a report on your site, but don't sell yourself short. Your writing entertained me through 40 days and nights of rain in Canada, come on. It was your trip too, please don't let me bigfoot all over your thoughts and impressions.

If nothing else, please keep bailing me out on proper names of trails and scenes. I was too busy grinning like an idiot most days to make note of what I was seeing and this report will get real boring, real fast if all I can say is, " We saw this cool place and that cool place...."

That sunset photo is out of this world! :bowdown: :clapsmile

[Darren]

This is shaping up to be a pretty big report.

Day 2 was probably the biggest highlight of the trip for me. The grand view from Panorama Point Overlook was rather awesome, but it was the Maze Overlook that really had me in a state of awe. It ranks right up there with the best views I have ever seen from high peaks. The seemingly endless sea and maze of canyons, for which this district of the park is named, is just spectacular, which the feeling I had was only enhanced by our remoteness. I really didn't want to leave, and I am oh so jealous of anyone who has ever camped there.

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En route to Panorama Point Overlook


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At Panorama Point Overlook


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En route to the Maze Overlook


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Parked at a side canyon about 2.5 miles from the Maze Overlook and directly north of Elaterite Butte


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Looking east from the Maze Overlook


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The Chocolate Drops from the Maze Overlook

[OverlandZJ]

Thank You so much for sharing these wonderful pics and story's.

Patiently awaiting an update. :coffee:

[FortyMileDesert]

Ahhh - Takes me back. I spent several seasons about 25 years ago hiking all over that country (before 4wheelers and bikers had discovered it). Guess I'll have to get back pretty soon and re-discover it.

Great report! :camping:

[blupaddler]

Wow you guys!!!

:bowdown:

[Desertdude]

Killer! Some of us on the Moab prerun trip were talking about this area - now I know we will make this trip a priority next year

Awesome photos :coffee:

[Ursidae69]

Are we up to May 11th yet when I joined you guys? :shakin: Just kiddin KC, take your time, I'll post my pictures pretty soon. I'm still working on my web report for the 3 days I was there.

[datrupr]

Keep it up guys, this is a great report, and now I am starting to plan a trip there in my head as I read yout posts and look at the awesome pics. Thanks KC and Darren.

[bh4rnnr]

Thanks for the report. I thought I saw you Sunday as Daniel Markofsky and myself we heading out of town.

[Darren]

Yeah, Perry. I pretty much knew that was you who waved, so I returned it. Not too many rigs look like yours, so I figured it was a safe bet!

[Grouseman]

KC,

Your one lucky fellow to have traveled to such a beautiful place. The photos are great, keep them coming.

SS

[kcowyo]

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"Resolve to be thyself and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery."
- Matthew Arnold

"I knew that thousands of miles driving a truck and camper over every kind of road would be hard work, but to me it represented the antidote for the poison of the professional sick man."
- John Steinbeck


We awoke to a slight drizzle on Tuesday, but it was only enough to keep the dust down. Waking to a day full of the unknown, it would take more than a little rain to dampen our spirits. Before I'm done stumbling around, shaking off the effects of waking up, we're rolling south down the trail. With a little luck on this day we would visit the Dollhouse and then back south, hopefully to Hite Marina.

From the Flint Trail, we navigate down a long decent before levelling out and then we pick up speed in the sandy two tracks. The area opens to an unexpected plain of grasslands before we reach the turnoff for the Dollhouse campground and Standing Rocks. We're cruising along in the soft sand and the canyon walls above us take on a different hues of green, red and purple. The soft sand and morning rain subside and the trail regresses to merely a way to navigate over and through the rocks.

We're now alongside Teapot Rock and find ourselves making short but steep climbs up, over and around several rock ledges. It's on this section of the trip that I first put into practice the habit of climbing a steep (to me) rocky ledge in 4WD, only to have to shift back into 2WD to make the tight turn at the top without the front end binding up. In an effort to conserve fuel in this section of the park, I would spend much of the day in 2WD. I soon found myself going over many obstacles in 2WD and marveled at how little the camper's weight seemed to affect the truck's handling in these situations. The Teapot Rock stretch was more technical than I'm used to in the T100, but it helped build my confidence in my outfit, for the unknown trails still to come that week.

The trail leveled back out and soon we were driving by the non-sensical Wall and Chimney Rock. The Wall defies wind, rain and time to stand tall over thousands, maybe millions of years while appearing to be paper thin. Chimney Rock is one of several red spires that seem to pop up from nowhere. The views motivate you to keep your camera ever at the ready. The nice thing about Canyonlands is the lack of creative names. It makes it so much easier to recognize landmarks. "Standing Rocks" is not a whole lot more creative than "Obscure Obelisks", but you get the point as the trail twists and turns among the original skyscrapers. Soon we reach the end of the trail and following a stop to download pics to the laptop, we're on our way back out, keeping a close watch on the gas needle.

So far in two days in the Maze, we've seen one park ranger and a handful of bicyclists on a tour with an outfitter. I love reading the faces of the people on their bikes. True, they are on the adventure of a lifetime in one of the most beautiful national parks. Many have probably been getting in shape for months and have saved and saved to be able to go with a qualified guide. No telling how much they have sacrificed or anticipated getting away from it all with their Trek or GT. But their faces only tell of the present moment. And presently, most of them looked miserable. Oh sure there was Johnny Stairmaster at the front of the pack and the wirey little gals who could probably go top 10 in the Tour de France. But the rest of the group's faces seemed to say, "It didn't look this hard in the brochure....?" as they walked along, pushing their bikes uphill, downhill, in the sand, over the rocks and always under the hot sun. It would take a more callous person than even I, to find humor in someone else's misery. I offered my sympathetic best, "You're doing great, keep going," to those who looked like they were struggling the most. Then I rolled up the windows, turned up the A/C and thanked the stars that for some reason I'm more into Toyotas than Treks.

At a much quicker pace than it took to get to Standing Rocks, we're back to the main trail and the road that led south to Hite Marina and petrol salvation. It's 35 miles to Hite and my gas light is already on. Darren is in the lead and I'm following, saying that quiet little prayer we all say when the gas needle is below "E." The Hite 35 seemed like an all out dash to get to the marina with the sun and gas needle fading fast. It would be the only available gas stop before we left the blacktop again, headed for Beef Basin and Dark Canyon. I find myself thinking for 35 miles about jerry cans and auxillary gas tanks when slowly the marina comes into focus not unlike the mirage of a desert oasis. Finally on the blacktop, with the marina in sight, we cross the Colorado River and roll up to the lonely gas pumps as the daylight and EFI give their very last.

With topped off tanks and aired up tires, we head east on 95, towards Natural Bridges National Monument. Just as Darren's red tailights are hypnotizing me to sleep, he spots another great campsite. We call it a day, tucked off the road just a few miles from Natural Bridges. After a quick set up, Darren takes a few night time exposures of the camper under a near full moon. With a day of challenging trails behind us, I am content and nod off, eager for the next days ride to the mysterious Dark Canyon Primitive Area and into the Needles section of the park.

If you're looking for more action shots, I've posted several of Darren's photo's in my camper thread - (http://www.expeditionportal.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1322&page=8)

[kcowyo]

...and a few pics more from a very full day of exploring -

[SinCity4r]

...and a few pics more from a very full day of exploring -

Awesome writeup and photos! :lurk:

Did you guys record any GPS tracks? :beer:

[Scenic WonderRunner]

What a FUN TRIP guys!:shakin:

Thanks for sharing!

[kcowyo]

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"A thing long expected takes the form of the unexpected when at last it comes."
- Mark Twain

"I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it."
- Charles M. Schulz


With far more energy than I normally exhibit in the early morning hours, I'm pacing around camp the morning of day 4. Today we would promptly return to the dirt and proceed north towards the Dark Canyon Primitive Area and Beef Basin. The Dark Canyon area has been of particular interest to me since first seeing the ominous name on a map years ago. The remoteness of this region and sparse reports from its boundaries further piqued my interest.

With little more then my imagination to go on, I envision a day of navigating through previously unseen geological formations, ancient trees and foliage with wildlife that resembled creatures from a Dr. Suess book. Least Heat Moon warned of thoughts that come in the middle of the night and so I must also offer that early morning imaginings are not the most solid foundation to build your day on. The Dark Canyon area, that I had so eagerly anticipated seeing, was not like a scene from an episode of Land of the Lost. The trees looked like, well, trees. But I'm getting ahead of myself as Dark Canyon and Beef Basin held numerous surprises, just not the ones I (and I would guess Darren too) was expecting.

We make our way towards Natural Bridges National Monuement and turn north towards Elk Ridge. Quickly we're climbing up a shelf road overlooking the valley floor. It's a clear morning and I offer Darren a dollar if he can find a cloud in the sky. As if in a secret mountaintop valley, we crest the summit of the shelf road and the red dirt and pinon trees sucumbs to grass, ponds, pine and aspen trees. Like a doorway we passed through without noticing, suddenly everything looks less like the red rocks of Utah, and more like the Aspen covered trails of Colorado. The quakies are everywhere! Giant pines and dense aspen groves shadow the country lane that the trail has become and I'm almost wondering if we've taken a wrong turn and wound up in the San Juans of SW Colorado.

In my haste to see more trees, I make the poor call to pass on the first turn into Dark Canyon. My map shows there are two seperate trails that will take you into Dark Canyon, and I suggest for some unknown reason to me now, that we head further north to the next trail in. What seemed like a reasonable suggestion proved to be a mistake. We pushed further on through the shady lanes to Dark Canyon Plateau and somehow missed the turnoff for the second trail. Arriving at the plateau we see Dark Canyon below us and I'm perversely dissappointed that it's not that dark. There are no other worldy geological rock formations, no Sleestax, and no Dr. Suess trees. From above, it is a beautiful valley filled with green growth and white cliffs. As I expected, this area is worthy of its own trip to explore. Now darn it, I'll have to come back.

Descending off the plateau, we proceed north out onto Beef Basin, which will lead us to the southern entrance of the Needles Section of the park. More flat grasslands and soft sandy two tracks as the Needles come into view on the horizon. We pass signs warning of the dangers of travelling this section of the trail and my mind starts to race with thoughts of the unknown up ahead. We'll be joining the Elephant Hill Trail, rated a 3.5 trail, and I'm anxious to see how my outfit handles obstacles like Coors Hill, Turn Table and the Squeeze Play. Although this section of trail is new to both of us, I'm confident with Darren's time on the rocks, we'll be able to get through it. A gate and warning signs greet us at the southern entrance of the park and the Needles are spiraling to the sky in shapes that only wind, rain and time can sculpt. Finally something that looks like it was created by Dr. Suess' imagination!

With little more than a One Way sign to tell us our position, we officially begin the Elephant Hill Trail. This is a popular trail in the Moab Area and much has been written about it. Our first obstacle is the Silver Stairs which I watch Darren descend first with no problems. As I sit perched at the top, taking in a classic view of red rocks and the La Salles on the horizon, I hear a different voice on the radio breaking in.

first guy - "We're at the stairs. Oh wait, there's some guy, with a camper, getting ready to go down."

second guy - "Can we go another way?"

first guy - "No, we'll wait. Let him chicken out or get stuck and then find another way around."

Now I have no idea who is behind us. Other than at trailheads, we haven't seen another vehicle all morning. I believe in trail ettiquette and if my momentary pause at the top to take in the scenery was holding them up, it was time to get moving. With their uninformed opinions still lingering in the air, I turn off my radio, shift into 4-LO and walk down the stairs with Darren pointing out my line. Like a seasoned pro (with decent ground clearance) I made it to the bottom, no problem.

Imagine my surprise when I look back up the hill to see several tricked out FJ40's, Rubicons and a popular FJ55. I say popular because if you follow Iron Pigs at all or subscribe to the new 4WD Toyota Owner mag, you've seen this urban camoed FJ55 with a 4.7 ltr V8 conversion and leather seats. I take the opportunity to snap a few pics from the bottom and it's clear to me who was poo pooing my set up earlier. One of the 40 owners gave me a glare as if either I didn't belong on this trail or he resented my navigating the obstacle with IFS and a camper. I chalk his reaction up to the fact that he's a California resident. If I had to live in California, I'd be miserable too, even if I did own a sweet yellow 40.

Squeeze Play was interesting obstacle and I'm thankful I chose a camping solution that stays with the lines of the truck. Darren made last call on Coors Hill no problem. We're near the southern end of the trail at an obstacle called Turn Table, and Darren explains that we have to back up to the next switchback. OK............ So I put commom sense on the back burner and did it, just in time to see a tight squeeze and incline that the park has partially paved to fight erosion and wear and tear. The last mile or so of the trail is wrought with steep climbs, tight squeezes, stair steps and a drop off that you want no part of. That said, we experienced no problems getting through but it would be a real blast in a shorter wheelbase vehicle.

We called it early that day after making our way out of the Needles and turned north again towards Lockhart Canyon. Darren's super "camp~sense" kicked in and he found another beaut. We made camp along Indian Creek when he starts tormenting me with rumors of tight and off camber squeezes along the Lockhart Canyon trail. I can only hope he's yanking my chain as we settle into camp and toast a few cold ones to this days amazing trails and scenery. Man, I hope he's yanking my chain.....

[kcowyo]

....and a few more from another scenic day on the trail -

[Ursidae69]

That story about the yahoos mocking you on Elephant Hill was fuuny as heck! Nice job showing them that you and your rig were just fine on that trail.

You know, because it is a camper, it is misleading how trail capable the rig really is. In reality, that 4-wheel camper sits just about the same height and width as any truck shell would. I'll bet your COG is better than mine because I think my exo-rack weighs more than your camper and it sits higher.

Nice pics and I enjoyed the latest installment. :lurk: :bowdown:

I hope Darren can post some pics of your stealth rig coming down the silver stairs.

[OverlandZJ]

Bravo! Thanks again for the fantastic report.

I gotta get my butt out to Utah.

[blupaddler]

KC...

Thanks for the latest installment.






I, as a Californian, would like to offer an apology for the way you were treated. I am stoked to see you out on the trail, and to share the trail with you. But, if you ever want to hang out with some "miserable" Californians, you and your family are more than welcome at our home...anytime. :camping:

[kcowyo]

I shouldn't be hating on California, Robb. Between you, Vince, Al, Jack & others, I know there are some awesome folks in CA.

Everyone else in that group was smiling and waving as they went by. The guy in the V8 Pig, also from CA, was really cool. And for the record, I could live quite happily in Mendocino.

I was more offended by the snide look and comments than where he hangs his hat. I'm sure you, as a former T100 owner know what its like to deal with people who hold their own preconcieved opinions in higher regard than the actual facts. But it didn't ruin my day or even spoil getting to see a few cool 'Cruisers on the trail.

You certainly don't owe me an apology for your neighbor. The way I see it, you and Cat & Bella transcend statehood anyway - :beer:

[blupaddler]

There's no hard feelings here...Just a little jealousy over your trip.



FWiW, I would live in Mendocino if the water wasn't so #&*! cold.

[kcowyo]

Did you guys record any GPS tracks? :beer:

I didn't and I don't know about Darren, but I'm sure Chuck probably did.

I was out of town over the holiday weekend. I'll be putting up the next installment of our trip later today -

[Ursidae69]

I didn't and I don't know about Darren, but I'm sure Chuck probably did.

I was out of town over the holiday weekend. I'll be putting up the next installment of our trip later today -

I have a GPS log from the days where we ran the White Rim Trail. I joined this trip late and KC hasn't gotten the trip report that far yet. :)


Just for entertainment sake, here is a link to a map (http://www.chucksweb.net/Trips/2006/WRTMay06/Smaller/WhiteRimTrailMap.jpg) of our two day route on the White Rim Trail. The halfway point was White Crack Campground at the southern end and the map includes our various side trips as well. I also attached an elevational profile of the whole trip. Gives some depth to what the mountain bikers dealt with.

[kcowyo]

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"Only those who risk going too far, can possibly find out how far one can go. "
- T.S. Eliot

"You have much reason to celebrate your recent successes. Enjoy it but don't get cocky. You still have more dues to pay."
- my horoscope, 5/6/06 (the day I left for the trip)


Day five started with us reluctantly leaving a really choice campsite, but we still had a lot of ground to cover. Today would take us through Lockhart Canyon to Moab. There were varied reports about Lockhart, but the jist was that it was an easy enough trail. Too slow for 4HI, and too fast for 4LO seemed to be the popular opinion. I'm usually going either too slow or too fast myself, so I was looking forward to the trail and the scenes across the Colorado River.

The trail is very reminiscent of the White Rim Trail, which makes sense given their close proximitey to each other. Lots of reds, switchbacks, short climbs and hot sun. Darren is familiar with this trail and is making good time as we find our way onto the formal Lockhart Canyon scenic trail. He has let up on warning me about the trail ahead. Partially because I think he's just BSing me or maybe because he figures I'll find out soon enough, and won't that be fun to watch?

Now I don't know how everyone else's mind works when they're on the trail. When you're alone in your vehicle, amidst mind blowing scenery, confident in your equipment and travelling partners, listening to tunes on remote trails one would think that the mind, body and spirit should be in perfect harmony. The first four days I had been suspended between glee and intimidation. I was intimidated by the unknown trails and how my outfit would do. I could live with a break down if it only ruined my trip, however I wasn't travelling alone and I was sure it wouldn't be a highlight of Darren's trip, if I broke down out here.

The other half of my mind was absolutely gleeful about being on this trip and the wonders that surrounded me. Both feelings were so powerful the first couple of days it was somewhat surprising that they were waning on the fifth day. I was still in awe of everything I was seeing and experiencing. The rigs were doing well and there was still more to look forward to. But at the same time I was quietly thinking, "Wow, it's big and red. What else ya' got?" At the same time I was feeling very comfortable with the truck on the trail after several days of meticulously watching where I put each tire, how much room I had on either side and whether I had enough clearance to climb the many ledges. I had gone from intimidated to cautious. As the feelings of glee and intimidation started to fade a little, I found my mind wondering to issues in my personal life. My mind was reflecting on certain personal accomplishments, failures at work, funny things my kids had done, my parents, other expedition rigsWHAM!! and basically a life already lived. What was that? Oh crap....

Well it might not be common to speak of trail dingers on this board (might be a jinx) but after 4 and a half days of exploring some rugged and remote terrain without a scratch, it was bound to happen. No one's fault but my own. Darren was in the lead and had just climbed over some rocks in the bottom of a wash before taking a switchback up to the top. He had stopped up above to get a shot of me down on the rocks while I took a pic of his blue 'Runner against the red rock from below. From the switchback below it was a great shot. However I futzed with the camera, probably poured a Diet Coke and forgot that my rear drivers side tire was on a large rock. Darren had continued up the trail and I put the truck in drive and started rolling forward. Without easing off the rock, I rolled forward and the truck just dropped off the rock. I got bit between the rear wheel well and bumper. I won't relate what my state of mind was after that, but it rhymes with pucking fissed....

With no one to blame but myself and with only a dinged bedside, no frame or under carriage damage, I pouted a little and remembered that stupid horoscope. I had mentioned it to Darren earlier in the week and now it had become a self fulfilling prophecy. My concentration had lapsed for just a moment but that was all it took to remind me where I was and what I was doing. I spent the next hour driving and quietly beating myself up about it but figured at least I got that one out of the way with.

About the time I accepted the dent in the cosmic order of things we found ourselves on an obstacle that to the naked eye didn't look that bad. We got out and looked it over and it was certainly passable. It was a short drop down a step, off camber and would tip the vehicles heavily to the driver's side with no room for error. An error meant rolling down about 20 yards off the shelf road. With no bypass, Darren manned up and eased his 4Runner through as I snapped pics. While the obstacle itself didn't look bad, once he started I could see it was going to lurch the vehicles portside more than I thought.

Desertdude and Desertgirl have a few great photos from their time on this spot at Cruise Moab. (http://web.mac.com/kristinahall/iWeb/desertgirl.adventures/moab.pre.run.5.06_files/IMG_9492.jpg)

There are not a dozen people hanging off the sides of the 'Cruisers because there wasn't enough room inside for everyone. (http://web.mac.com/kristinahall/iWeb/desertgirl.adventures/moab.pre.run.5.06_files/IMG_9496.jpg)

This harmless looking spot could make things messy quickly. (http://web.mac.com/kristinahall/iWeb/desertgirl.adventures/moab.pre.run.5.06_files/IMG_9504.jpg)

I begin pacing around like a caged cat looking for another way over or around than the line Darren took. His Runner's low COG got him through unscathed and without me for ballast but it wasn't pretty. My own pics don't do it justice because I was too nervous watching him to take a good shot. When he got to the bottom, he did admit in characteristic understatedness, "Well that didn't feel very good." After getting the dinger earlier and seeing no solution for getting off this ledge without another dent or tipping over or ****ting my pants, my nerves are frayed. For pride's sake, I won't go into too much detail, but suffice to say thanks to Darren's steely resolve and willingness to take an extra moment to fully assess the situation, he was able to guide me down with no more dents, no rollovers and with my dungarees fecal free. He did more for me than I could have for myself, so thanks Darren for not letting me make a mountain out of a molehill! :bowdown:

After this obstacle and a few others we made our way back into Moab for gas and ice. We are to meet up with Chuck (yes, we're finally to the part where you show up!), who is driving in to join us for the rest of the trip. While we are waiting for Chuck, Darren and I treat ourselves to the biggest burgers they offer at the Moab Brewery. This was deja vu from our burgers at the Atlantic City Mercantile last summer and so I propose that now it's a tradition. I doubt I'll have a hard time convincing Darren that if we're on a trip together, that we should always make time for the biggest burgers in the area. That's how traditions start you know.

Too late for burgers but right on time for sunset, Chuck rolls in ready for a few days on the White Rim Trail (WRT). We made our way north out of town and camped out near Dead Horse Point State Park. We had a fire, cold beer and enough BS to get us through the night. My nerves had thoroughly settled with the big dinner and because I was familiar with the upcoming WRT. The week of unknowns were behind me at this point and I felt proud that I had an outfit that could handle a trip like this. I take only nominal credit for getting through the week as I believe I have angels constantly watching over me and a wee bit o' the luck o' the Irish on my side. Now with a couple of good friends on my side also, I can chill and we can look forward to the WRT, kind of like a great dessert treat at the end of an unbelievable meal.

Speaking of unbelievable meals, just wait till you see Chuck make friends with the local wildlife!

[datrupr]

As usual, a great installation to your report thus far KC! Glad you made it through the tippy section unscathed and unsoiled. Sorry to hear about and see that ding. It's just a flesh wound:o Keep up the great report, I am enjoying reading it, and find myself waiting with great anticipation for another installment.:D

[kcowyo]

It's just a flesh wound:o

Thanks Aaron! :jumping:

I was trying to work a MP quote in here somehow. I'm still sporting the dinger, waiting to get it into the body shop. The estimate was $730, so it wasn't awful, mostly cosmetic.

The dent was a great lesson in staying focused and fresh. I should have been concentrating on where I was, not thinking about crapola that didn't matter on some trail in the middle of Nowhere, Utah. Additionally I think some emphasis needs to be placed on personal physical care while on a trip like this.

Scott has mentioned in other threads about the importance of proper rest and eating when on a trip. I can admit my diet this week consisted mostly of doughnuts, Diet Coke and rice. Getting a good amount of sleep was difficult just because I was so keyed up the entire week. I could definitely feel it about the 3rd day and in the afternoons, I was dragging. The heat, while only in the low 90's, still hits me pretty hard.

I was really wiped at the end of this day and told Darren I would be crashing as soon as we found a spot to camp. After dinner at the Brewery though, my spirits and energy level picked right back up and we sat around a fire, BSing far into the night. I can only assume that the first real meal I'd had in almost a week was the cure.

Something to think about and worthy of discussion in a thread of its own, methinks - :coffee:

[desertgirl66]

Awesome story & photos KC!!! So glad tht you made it through the "drop off" at the end of Lockhart Basin. Yeah, that is some scary and way challenging wheeling there! Who da' thunked it?? When we were there it took 3 mid size folks to counter balance the way tippy place~~`and you guys did it au' natural!:bowdown:

[Ursidae69]

I'm leaving town soon for a few weeks so I figured I'd go ahead and post up some of my photos from the White Rim Trail. I first ran this trail with Mr. Scott Brady & company in the fall of 2004 and was really impressed with the beauty of it. So when KC and Darren invited me to join them on this trip, I jumped at the chance!!! :camping:

KC has a real knack for writing, so I'll just post up a few pictures and move along. :bowdown:

Couple of pictures, in no particular order. The pictures are clickable to a larger image.

Three trucks, from three different states, in a fourth state. :ylsmoke:
http://www.chucksweb.net/Trips/2006/WRTMay06/Smaller/IMG_0966.jpg (http://www.chucksweb.net/Trips/2006/WRTMay06/Larger/IMG_0966.jpg)

Me at the bottom of the Shafer switchbacks.
http://www.chucksweb.net/Trips/2006/WRTMay06/Smaller/IMG_0673.jpg (http://www.chucksweb.net/Trips/2006/WRTMay06/Larger/IMG_0673.jpg)

Couple of scenic shots.
http://www.chucksweb.net/Trips/2006/WRTMay06/Smaller/IMG_0678.jpg (http://www.chucksweb.net/Trips/2006/WRTMay06/Larger/IMG_0678.jpg)

http://www.chucksweb.net/Trips/2006/WRTMay06/Smaller/IMG_0767.jpg (http://www.chucksweb.net/Trips/2006/WRTMay06/Larger/IMG_0767.jpg)


I have a trip report on my website and there is a full album of all my images linked there. Looking forward to reading more of KCs additions to the thread before I leave on Monday.

**Trip Report Link** (http://www.chucksweb.net/Trips/2006/WRTMay06/WRTMay06.htm)

:lurk:

[blupaddler]

Chuck,

Thanks for sharing! Have a great trip to Brazil!

[ChuckB]

Chuck,

Awesome report. All of you guys are making me really jealous with these trips.

Don't worry about the guy from Kalifornia, we aren't all like that!!!

Chuck

[Ursidae69]

Thanks guys. :wavey:

[kcowyo]

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"Adventure is a path. Real adventure — self-determined, self-motivated, often risky — forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind — and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white."
--Mark Jenkins

"I'd rather wake up in the middle of nowhere than in any city on earth. "
--Steve McQueen

It's day six of our seven day adventure and three of us, from three different states have gathered in a fourth state to run one of Utah's most scenic drives, the White Rim Trail. None of the three of us are strangers to the WRT, having all done it at different times. It is not a very challenging trail in 4WD, but the unmatched scenery and remote feeling along the 100 miles provide the traveller with feelings of moving through a dream. It's a trail with enough beauty and mystique to beckon you back, regardless of how many times you've seen it before.

We made an early start, aired down our tires and proceeded to the Shafer switchbacks. On my first visit, it took me two hours to go two miles. I just couldn't stop taking pictures or convince myself that there was no way I could capture the scope of the view. I'm in no less awe this morning, however I have a decent idea this time of where I'll get the best shots. This morning is clear and bright in contrast to my last visit that was overcast. The early morning blue sky does things to the landscape that seem to defy logic, or at least a color wheel.

We make good time, with an unsaid understanding among the three of us, "Stop wherever and for however long you want. See you at the bottom." Chuck leads the descent and Darren and I watch him from above, as he becomes little more than another red dot in the terrain. I'm next as Darren kindly offers to get shots of us descending the switchbacks. The challenge in the switchbacks is not the trail itself. It is fairly wide and smooth. The challenge is keeping your attention on the road and not looking too long out to the horizon, and possibly missing a turn.

At the bottom of the switchbacks we take a side trail down Lathrop Canyon. I'd skipped this last time and it was a fun little trail, more technical than the main trail. Reaching the sandy bottom along the river, we stop by a boat ramp for a lunch break. Suddenly a tour boat pulls up and unloads 20 or 30 people to our little beach where they all line up to the vault toilet as if it were salvation itself. Soon there back on their way down river and we're on our way back to the main trail, heading for the Musselman Arch.

The arch is neat little stop where you can walk across a flat arch, formed who knows how many thousands or millions of years ago. Darren and Chuck make the traverse, pose for a shot and I repeat. Now my mind works funny sometimes and when I see Darren and Chuck on the arch my mind instantly remembers the great battle between Annakin and Obi Wan on Mustoufar. Yeah, I'm a Lucas geek. So we continue on our way, stopping to take pictures, peering into canyons and crevasses that promise certain and probably painful death with one misstep. I must confess that I had a peculiar dream that first night on the WRT. I didn't mention this at the time to my travelling companions, and they'll be finding out about this just as you are, when they read this for the first time. Who knows what our dreams mean or what causes them but I can only attribute most of mine to an overactive imagination.

Seeing Darren and Chuck on Musselman Arch earlier in the day had reminded me of one of the great duels in cinematic history. Throughout the day we had all admitted, like most normal people, no great love for the sheer drop offs and crazy heights we were standing on for just the right picture. I attribute those two factors to the dream in which I'm watching Darren and Chuck walk across the arch when they stop and pose for a picture. They're clowning around as if jockeying for position when suddenly Chuck loses his footing and slips. Darren reaches for him and they both fall. As if in slow motion I watch my two friends falling to the the ground below and then I instantly woke up startled, as if I'd been falling. I didn't mention the dream to them out of respect and not wanting to spook them on the second day. I file the dream under weird ****e of the warped imagination and I'm so glad that not all dreams come true. But it would have been cool if they'd both had lightsabers.....

From the Arch we follow the trail by the Gooseberry camp site to the White Crack campground at the southernmost, and most remote point of the WRT. From here we'll shoot the sunset and camp for the evening. Darren and Chuck take a hike to find just the right spot to shoot sunset while I linger in camp. We were in the perfect spot as the sun set in front of us and the full moon rose behind us. Till I'm almost dizzy, I stand in one place, turning 180 degrees taking pics of the sun retiring and the moon emerging as they compete for my attention.

And in that way, the WRT is much like a child. Demanding of your attention and providing more rewarding moments than the imagination can conceive. Even my imagination. With that said, the day ended in camp with Chuck noosing some lizards and a lively discussion, about what now I can't recall. It was a little somber knowing our trip was coming to a close but no one wanted to say it out loud. Plus we still had 50+ miles to go to get back to some sign of civilization. And as with all trips, the memories will far outlast the miles. One more day to go -

[kcowyo]

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"When you have completed 95 percent of your journey, you are only half way there."
- Japanese Proverb

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."
- Semisonic

It's May 13th, day seven of our Utah adventure. We awoke at the White Crack campground at the southern most tip of the WRT. It's halfway along the trail and by 7:30 am we're on the move, eagerly looking forward to the gifts that the White Rim Trail offers. The 15 mile creep and crawl to the Candlestick, is rife with endless views of red cliffs and walls peering down into eroding canyons. While looking at the landscape and trying to imagine how long it took for wind and rain to shape the area, you must also remind yourself that it is still evolving. Much of the area is a work of art but it is still a work in progress.

It's doubtfull that I'll ever be able to notice in my lifetime, the inevitable changes that will occur to the topography, but they will happen. They'll happen during times of war and times of peace. The landscape will evolve while the bills are due, when the dog has chewed up the remote, when the boss's son in law gets the promotion and while loved ones pass on and new loved ones are born. Everyday, no matter where you are or what you're doing, the cliffs and canyons of Canyonlands National Park are changing. A living entity unto itself. If that doesn't make you realize we are all but minute carbon specks on a tiny blue & green ball, floating around a star, I'm not sure how else to tell it.

Passsing more bike tour groups than we have all week, we're making slow progress as we offer them the trail. Pulling over frequently and trying to keep the dust down for the cyclists, we eventually arrive under Candlestick for a few group shots. Continuing north, we travel alongside the Green River as it flows south to meet up with the Colorado River. A lunch spot under the shade of some giant Cottonwood trees makes for a great stop. The heat is close to 90 degrees and Chuck takes a short hike to get some bird pics.

We had discussed earlier, taking the side trail into Taylor Canyon. This was a great call and I highly recommend the short drive into Taylor Canyon. Once we'd reached the end, but before we turned to head back to the main trail, Chuck managed to noose a Collard Lizard. He was a handsome little guy and clearly Chuck was excited to have caught such a unique lizard. Knowing absolutely nothing about these critters, I'm admiring his colors while Chuck is holding him in hands, when Chuck mentions he's heard these guys have a hard bite. In a shining example of "taking one for the team," Chuck allows the lizard to bite him on the finger, just to see how hard he bites. Whether Chuck fully anticipated the bite of this guy or how he planned to get him off, I don't know. All I know is there are few times when I have been laughing so hard while a friend was suffering in pain. The lizard was happily (look at the pic, I swear he's smiling!) gnawing on Chuck, when he finally got it to release. Did he draw blood? Yes. Was it all that bad? No, but it was a priceless moment.

With Marlon Perkins all bandaged up, we proceeded back out of Taylor Canyon to the WRT. In an effort to prolong this trip just a little longer, I propose checking out the Mineral Bottom Road before ascending the switchbacks to the Horsethief Trail that will lead us back to Moab. This was a great addendum to the trip as we made our way past the boat ramp up the trail further. We were running right alongside the Green River past a few empty campsites, abandoned mines and some creepy looking bastard who should put his shirt back on, even in the middle of nowhere.

The trail narrowed with brush and shrunk as low overhanging trees caused me to temporarily pull off my CB antennae. With the harmonic sounds of brush screeching down both sides of the truck and with no idea how much further the trail went, we stopped to assess our situation. While assessing, Chuck goes off again in search of the local wildlife. This time with his snake hook in hand, he manages to quickly find a small rattle snake. Apparently having learned his lesson from the lizard, Chuck takes some close up pics but neither handles nor offers to let the snake bite him. Well, he was my hero....

Backtracking out, we make our way up to the bottom of the switchbacks that will lead us back to pavement and civilization. On my last trip here, I did the switchbacks in the dark and with no point of reference during the climb, I vowed next time to only do this in the daylight. Now in the day light it doesn't seem nearly so bad and clearly I was worried in the dark for nothing. We quickly crest the summit and blast down the Horsethief Trail, back to nearly the same spot where we camped the night before we started the WRT. Nothing left to do but air up and plan the evening's camp situation. Chuck opts to head south towards home while Darren and I make camp nearby for a quick departure to our own homes in the morning.

We had travelled 680 total miles since the previous Sunday morning, when we first met up in Moab. Of that total, only 71 miles were on the pavement. We had traveled over 600 miles in the dirt, for seven days in some of the most remote and scenic country in the lower 48 states. We had all three come on this expedition for different reasons and probably with different expectations. Whether any of us came away with some personal enlightment or got the knots out of our rope, I can't say. There was some pride over completing this journey and some regret that it was over already. There was joy in knowing we'd have many wonderful photos to share with others and to stir our own memories. There was some sense of relief in that no one had been injured or suffered a mechanical breakdown. There was also a sense of anticipation of the next trip we might take, together or on our own.

Always the next trip....


*** A very special thank you to Darren, who I think originally proposed the idea of a quick trip to the WRT. Whether he was generously helping me air back up, spotting me off a poop stain ledge, or waiting patiently while I slept late, poured another Diet Coke and tried in vain for the perfect shot, he was there. Patient and steady, amused and amusing. That's my friend Darren. ***

*** I also want to thank Chuck, for taking time from his crazy schedule before his trip to Brazil, and coming to hang out with us. His interaction with the local wildlife was a highlight of the trip. On or off the trail, I'm a big fan of Chuck and proud to call him my friend.***


- K.C.
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[articulate]

You bastards have some choice-*** photos.

And I mean that in the nicest way possible. :beer: Killer write up, adventure, and pictures.

Here's to life,
Mark

[awalter]

Superb finale.:clapsmile

[blupaddler]

Thank you for sharing your journey with us.

:campfire:

[Ursidae69]

KC, just got caught up with this thread. :bowdown: :bowdown:

I suspect you will be doing freelance writing soon, great stuff. It's always a privilege to take trips with you, looking forward to the next one amigo. :arabia:

[Grim Reaper]

Great read!

I have to make it out there!

[datrupr]

KC, once again thank yu for your awesome write up on this trip. A great read as usual.:clapsmile

[HongerVenture]

Now my mind works funny sometimes and when I see Darren and Chuck on the arch my mind instantly remembers the great battle between Annakin and Obi Wan on Mustoufar. Yeah, I'm a Lucas geek...[QUOTE]

Excellent, yet another thing that the two of us have in common! Star Wars rocks! I bet you aren't as bad as I am though...

[QUOTE=kcowyo]But it would have been cool if they'd both had lightsabers.....


Okay, yep, you're as bad as me! :luxhello:

Great trip, great write-up, great pictures... thanks for sharing. KC, I truly can't wait to be one of your travel partners on one of these journeys. We need to start planning/scheduling a trip together.

Joel

[OverlandZJ]

Again thanks for the write-up KC, you have a gift for words. Thank You so much for sharing..

That's what it's all about, great places....with amazing people.....having fantastic times!

[Ryanmb21]

Absolutely awesome! The pics and write-ups top notch! In the future I would love to take a trip similar.

Do you have plans to do it again in the future? :bowdown:

[cos]

Copyright, then get it published somewhere. I'm serious. You should submit this to some magazines. It's written a heck of a lot better than most things I read.

cs

[kcowyo]

Thanks a lot cos!

That was a great trip, no plans on the table for another Utah trip right now but I'm sure I'll go back soon. The Dark Canyon Primitive Area deserves further exploration.

:beer: to Utah -

[bootzilla]

Thanks for the write-up!

Being stranded on the East Coast, I truly marvel at the sheer beauty and opportunity on the left side of the country - It is great to see you guys taking advantage of it!

[pskhaat]

The Dark Canyon Primitive Area deserves further exploration.

Aye. You name the time friend.

[jingram]

I hadn't read this thread until now so I appreciate whoever resurrected it!

Wonderful prose and fabulous pictures. Really made me feel like I was along for the ride!!

:costumed-smiley-007

[cameltrophy3]

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"The distance doesn't matter; only the first step is difficult."
- Mme. du Deffand


What an amazing photograph... Wow.

[sinuhexavier]

Well played...

[Wanderlusty]

Thanks for digging this one back up. Had a great time reading it again this morning. What an awesome trip.

[articulate]

By far this ranks as one of the best accounts in the Completed Expeditions forums. Period.

Expeditions shall be thus.

[pwc]

that's some really great writing. I'm heading down there in t-7 days and sent the WRT section to my wife to pique her interest in the trip. I hope we have nearly a grand time as you did.
thanks for sharing!

[neliconcept]

awesome trip, Were these pics taken near moab? any possiblitiy of their being a map for this area? I hope to take some time outside of Colorado when I head west from South Carolina next wensday to hitup UT as well.

[kcowyo]

Wow, it's always nice to see this thread pop back up and to read the wonderful comments everyone has shared. It was my favorite trip last year with two great friends. To me, it's what this community should be all about.

I'm really looking forward to returning to Utah and the Maze District in Canyonlands NP this June with my son and some other great folks from ExPo. If you're interested, we still have a couple of spots open for a Father's Day Weekend trip (http://www.expeditionportal.com/forum/showthread.php?t=3848) with the kids.

Regarding maps, here's a link to the official NPS Canyonlands page (http://www.nps.gov/cany/) with several maps of the area in pdf format.

Almost all of the photos in this thread were taken in Arches NP & Canyonlands NP, which certain parts of are just a few miles from the town of Moab. Basically we did a counter-clockwise route, starting in Arches NP, then heading west to the Maze, south to Dark Canyon, north up to the Needles District and further north up to the Island in the Sky. Hard to believe it's been almost a year....

pwc, I hope you have a wonderful and safe trip. I did notice on that link above it mentions the Shafer Trail is closed due to snow and ice. No idea how current that is though....?

[seth_js]

I'm also a fan of On the Road with KC.

http://expeditionportal.com/forum/showthread.php?t=2110

[Ryanmb21]

I just revisited this thread.........again I was blown away by the photos.

[Backwoods Rambler]

Glad I saw this thread. The wife and I are considering Canyonlands for a Summer Family Trip.