Synopsis: Hike down The Gulch to see pictographs and narrows. September 13, 2010.
Like the previous day, this one would cover some new ground for me. While I had previously visited the pictographs, I hadn’t been downcanyon further than that, and it was rumored (i.e., I read in the guidebooks) that there were some good slots further down.
The seep across the canyon, where we had tried to collect water. We only got about 1/4 or 1/3 full, sadly, so we decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. |
The walk down to the pictographs is not too far. They were a bit tricky to find, which is good. I won’t reveal too many details of their location here.
Me, Ben, and Kurt admiring the pictographs. |
Pictographs. |
Pictographs. |
Kurt adds: I loved seeing the pictographs in the cave. That was one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen on a hiking trip and I bet I’ll remember it forever. When I tell people about the trip, it’s one of the first things I mention.
Kelly adds: The overhang where the pictographs were was magical. I could have stayed in this place for hours.
A black widow spider near the pictographs. Shortly after I took this photo, Kurt’s camera stopped working. Coincidence? |
After the pictographs, we continued downstream.
Another cabin in The Gulch. This one is fairly new and has a corral. |
The canyon narrowed, and suddenly there was a pool of water blocking the way. Again, a good time for lunch.
The beginning of the lower narrows. |
After lunch, I put on my water shoes and went through the water and downstream a little ways to scout. The puddles we could see were the only significant obstacle, so we elected to continue.
Passing through required removing shoes and wading. |
Russ scraping off the mud. Note Ben doing the same with a cow rib in the background. |
The narrows were short, and pretty soon we were in a wide sandstone bowl. A couple of bends downstream, we were blocked by a small dropoff.
Scoping out the terminal slot. |
We hung out and played in the shade for a while and then turned for home.
Returning again through this remarkable slickrock bowl. |
Wind-sculpted sand. |
Re-crossing the muddy pools. |
The cabin as the shadows lengthen. |
The hike home felt quite long and dry for most folks.
The shady approach to our camp. Our hanging food packs are visible in the background. |
Please continue reading on Day 5.