Monday, April 17th, 2023, 0645-1900
Halls creek end to beginning of Coyote Gulch
18 miles, elevation 3750′
We had a 2000′ climb to start the day, glad we saved it for the morning while it was still cool. Instead of waking up to the 30s, temps were in the 50’s! We got a great start before sunrise and were flying up the Waterpocket Fold. From afar, the feature looks like a giant homogeneous slab of white sandstone. But there are many peaks and valleys, ripples and rumples. It was incredible to see how varied the formation was up close. As the name suggests, there were many pools of water but also tiny microcosms of habitat, including juniper and pinon pine. We spotted a harrier hawk and later a huge jackrabbit, that went bounding from a pocket of brush over a rise. I wished I could so easily travel the diverse topography.
Near the top, we all got cell phone reception. We could see Lake Powell and the town of Bullfrog glistening in the morning light. We stopped for awhile to play with our phones. I found it amusing that we could so easily be distracted from the sublime beauty we were surrounded by but we are children of the modern world, not quite ready to give up on our social connections. I was surprised to see some of the news of the trail. A few we had met in Moab had to be helicopter rescued from Dark Canyon but several others had made it through and were in Hanksville. The packrafters we’d met had posted the incredible video of their journey on YouTube. And there were more woes ahead with snow drama in Bryce and the Grand Canyon.
But we had our own challenges yet to focus on, namely getting down from the high mounds of sandstone we’d climbed. Getting up had not been too bad. One basically goes straight up the sandstone faces, defying gravity with a complex coefficient of friction dependant on what’s left of the tread of one’s trail runners. It’s difficult to calculate when exactly the angle of the rock becomes too steep…sliding is the dead giveaway. But all of the slabs were a reasonable angle and there were cairns to guide the best way.
Getting down was all about navigating the very complex and fantastical Stevens Canyon. The description of the route sounded pretty intimidating, but the rewards were many. For the past 2 days I’d been saying that the canyons were each my new favorite canyon. Now seeing Stevens from above and inside, I couldn’t imagine how any other canyon could surpass it. Lower Muley Twist and Halls Canyon had also both been rather straightforward and nontechnical, but Stevens keeps you on your toes!
We had to navigate in and out of the main channel multiple times due to giant pour offs. One of the descents involved some ledge switchbacks and scrambling. Thankfully we didn’t need to take our packs off all day but there was some passing of poles. We all took turns navigating throughout the day but Artemis was the natural leader on the scrambling parts. She’s a better mountain goat and good at finding the best way. She’s from Washington, so the rugged Cascades and Olympics are in her blood. She’s also a very accomplished long distance hiker, with about as many trails and miles as Stellar and I. She hiked the CDT same year as me, 2019, as well as the PNT last year.
We stopped for lunch at a series of cascading tinajas, the gurgle of the water reverberating magically off the curved and overhanging canyon sidewalls so that it sounded like there was a waterfall above our heads. The acoustical tricks of these natural amphitheaters are incredible. I thought about how it would take thousands if not hundreds of thousands of dollars to recreate such a scene…and still not get it right. Human architecture could never surpass the bounty and complexity of what’s found in the Utah wilderness, let alone the western US.
Of course, I had to turn this masterpiece into my playland. I tried to go down the small waterslide on my sit pad, but the slickrock was far to grippy for that, even with a layer of algae greasing the slide. It was a dismal failure but I did succeed in butt-scooting into the pothole for a dunking. The water was pretty warm, being heated by the sun and rocks, but still a tad bit too refreshing. I had to immediately start walking to warm up.
Stevens canyon also had long sections where we needed to walk along the inner rim of the canyon, avoiding numerous waterfalls, slots and pour offs. Sometimes the rim was quite wide but many times we were walking the thin line between the higher canyon walls and the sloping chasm of sandstone to the bottom stream bed. It could be a fall of 100 feet or more if one were to take a misstep. From afar, some of the narrow bends looked pretty daunting. One looked downright impossible but there was always a way in the form of a chossy and sandy trail or slickrock. I had fretted over this section but close up, it wasn’t bad at all. Obviously having a fear of heights doesn’t work well for the Hayduke…
For me, the toughest part of Stevens canyon was the last 4 miles, once we were back in the streambed for good. The channel was very tight, clogged with vegetation, debris, and rock falls. Also some poison ivy. We came to a huge rockfall with less than half a mile to go, having to climb a large hill of debris, then finding a steep route through more chossy hell down. The bottom of the hill became clogged with vegetation and a seep that served to grease the slides… literally it was a mud slide of about 10 feet which poor Artemis, as always in the lead on the tough stuff, demonstrated to be most unstable. I followed last, managing to stay off my butt but only by clinging to tufts of grass with my hands…tufts which also included poison ivy and something with thorns. At least we were rewarded with some nice overhangs.
After what seemed like the longest half mile, we finally reached the Escalante River. We’d been concerned that it might be flooded but the river was a tame little kitten. We easily walked right down its center, never experiencing water much above our knees. I’d heard such horror stories about bushwhacking alongside the river but we found a few use trails through the tamarisk. Still, it was almost just as easy to walk in the river. Plus, around a bend, the river afforded the best views of the magnificent Stevens Arch. Supposedly it’s big enough to fly a plane through!
As tremendous as this day was on scenery, it wasn’t big on wildlife. I did find a pair of frogs making more frogs and a cute lizard. We let our imaginations take over, joking about the infamous Escalante beaver. They are a special kind, vicious in nature, waiting to seize hikers and pull them under the water. Thankfully we didn’t encounter any. But once we got into Coyote Gulch, we had a new worry…Gulch otters! They are mortal enemies with the beavers and have turf wars at the confluence. We could have found ourselves right in the middle of one of these epic battles if not careful. And don’t even get me started about the dangers of the Waterpocket Fold mongoose. ROUS’s abounded in this area!
Entering Coyote Gulch, we had to do one final scramble across a slippery, sandy, slanted ledge, made all the worse by the hundreds that had gone before us. The canyon is one of the most popular in the area, with pretty easy access to a road, what we were headed for. And yet we still hadn’t seen another person all day…our 3rd such day this trip. I didn’t like the slippery ledge, definitely the worst thing I did all day, but was too tired and anxious to get to camp to overthink it. Get it done.
We chose the first campsite we came to, still within view of Stevens Arch. It was a beautiful spot, with water rushing by in the stream and a huge cottonwood overhead. It was prolific with bats, eating any annoying insects. There was also the creaking of a frog…or perhaps it was the menacing shriek of a Gulch otter, we couldn’t be sure. Despite the lurking threat, we passed out completely, absolutely exhausted from such a long and exciting day. Almost every mile had been cross-country but oh what a treat. This alternate is perhaps the best on the whole Hayduke.
I love me a good Princess Bride reference! Amazing pictures — almost makes me want to do it, but not quite 😉