Showing posts with label Canyonlands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canyonlands. Show all posts

Monday, September 10, 2012

Hammond Canyon Trip Report, Memorial Day 2012

Headed out to Hammond Canyon for a short overnight on the Memorial Day weekend. We avoided strong winds and *chilly* temps on the first part of the weekend by heading in Saturday evening.
Abajo Mountains seen from the SouthEast

Hammond Canyon from the south (hiding just behind the trees)
 We camped at the top of the canyon, just across from the access road to Dark Canyon

This is the trailhead at the top of the canyon. We decided that it would be better to descend to the bottom and enter that way. Turns out, both are steep drops into the canyon proper and this access may have been the better choice.

Heading in to "Dwarf Flats" and the mouth of the canyon

Hammond Canyon Lower Trailhead (Eastern most access)

The trail traverses a ridge and drops down to the canyon floor over the course of a mile

A the mouth of Hammond Canyon

 Inside Hammond Canyon

Guess that funding making this a heritage site didn't come through

Wow!

 Double Wow!

Back to camp for beer:30

Our guide
 Doodles LOVE hikes!

This is the area known as Dwarf Flats
 BEHOLD! THE DWARF!

 Left the area by the way of the Bears Ears


Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Mineral Bottom Trip Report, Vol. 3

Enjoying being here now
The place was truly amazing, and it was fun to be there with each other, and our friends.

A Westy in its natural environ.

Hmmm. Is this place more "awesome", or more "epic"?

Here is the deal. I will spend a year learning to rock climb if someone will take me up on the plan to crawl into this alcove some evening, set up a pair of *sweet* speakers with the iPod, rope in, kick back, and listen to some arias while the sun sets over the cliff walls on the opposing bank.

...Or maybe Dark Side of the Moon, or both. Who's in?

Yaayy!

The towers upriver at sunset.

"Yonsson Point"

Mineral Bottom Trip Report, Vol. 2

The road heads north for roughly 3 miles from the boat launch until it intersects a side canyon. We followed it 2.3 miles upriver, and encountered one moderate obstacle before finding camp. Just after that point, there was a short wash and a boulder hazard that would have put the kabosh on further progress in the van.

This is our campsite at "Yonsson Point".

Looking downriver - the canyon of the Green.

Looking upriver in the noon-day sun from camp.

And from the bank.

Good dogs helping with cooking. Note the fancy boots we have on Rufus to help with sharp grasses and even sharper cactus quills.

Contemplating the canyon.

Mineral Bottom Trip Report, Vol. 1

When heading to Mineral Bottoms, it is important not to confuse Horsethief Road with Mineral Top Road, which begins at Horsethief Campground just off of 313 prior to the White Rim Entrance to Canyonlands N.P. Pass the campground on your right and 1/4mi later, take a right onto Horsethief Road (marked). The road is a dirt highway, and is well maintained up to, and in to the canyon of the Green. The drop is sudden, and I had to stop to eyeball the situation just after passing the cattle guard before dropping in.

My first thought was, "Holy $**t! But upon closer observation, it was apparent that the road is well maintained.

Take a deep breath, and off we go!

Once you are on the road, its not so bad. Even a 2-wheel drive car would be ok. I wouldn't recommend an RV due to length. Also, it is a well established fact that 9 out of 10 rental RV drivers will crash and burn on this thing, so stay away if that is what you are traveling in.

There is a road in Capital Reef N.P. that is similar in steepness, but much shorter in height than this road. Other than that, the only comparable roads I can think of are the paved Fall River Road in Rocky Mountain N.P., the paved road up to Jerome, AZ, and the BooolShyte that the government of British Columbia calls a road from Lillooet in to Whistler that we drove in a U-Haul with a trailer attached in a fog so thick that I was driving with my head out the window to see the sideline on the raod so we didn't drive off of a cliff into the river. We turned around on that one and barely made it back down in to town. It was the only time I have truly been scared driving. Had there been a place to pull off, we might have done so and slept in the vehicle. So this was nothing compared to that.

The Westy rolling in behind us. Colin has a manual, which would have been nice. I just burned brake pads.

The home stretch down to the Green.