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Waiting To Inhale
A slot canyon trek in Utah with a little Biking and Flying for extra fun
My mind tends to wander in strange directions during my workout runs and bike rides. During one such mental lark it occurred to me that we typically only hear about the trips gone disastrously awry in the news. This pissed me off, so I submit the (obviously non-professional) alternative story based on a recent trip.
NO RESCUE REQUIRED
by Dale Eva
Boulder, CO (Not The News)- A local duo (Paul H. & Dale E.) recently
returned from a multi-modal adventure outing to Alcatraz slot canyon in
the Robbers Roost area of the Utah desert. The trip involved flying,
biking, hiking in the desert, shimmying thru tight canyon slots,
rappelling and climbing skills and camping in the remote desert. All of
these endeavors have been known to lead to calls to local SAR (Search
And Rescue) groups, but this pair pulled it off with no more than bloody
knees and elbows.
The trip started on Friday with a 2+ hour flight in Paul's Cessna
from Boulder to the remote dirt landing strip at Angel's Point. Weather
reports were carefully scrutinized before leaving to ensure good
conditions for flying, camping and deep, narrow slots. Departure time
was scheduled to allow for landing before sunset with a contingency plan
of landing at the Moab Canyonlands airport if needed and continuing on
in the morning. Bikes, camping gear, slot gear, water, and food were all
carefully stowed in the plane. The flights out and back were an integral
part of the trip allowing for a wonderful birds eye view of the
tremendous Colorado and Utah landscapes. Snow capped peaks where both
have skied or snowboarded, fall colors on previously hiked forested
hillsides, shimmering ribbons of water from past kayak trips, and desert
hiking/biking trips were all viewed from a different perspective.
Shortening the one-way trip time from 9 hours of driving to 2 hours of
flying was not a bad trade off either.

Prior to landing, they scouted the landing area for any potential
problems, as well as the slot canyon, its access, the bike route to
it and the surrounding area. The landing was flawless and timed to occur
just after the setting sun so the pilot wouldn't be blinded as the strip
lines up facing west. After parking the plane, the rest of the evening
was spent eating dinner, organizing gear for the following day, and
enjoying a classic fall desert night. Conditions were perfect for
sleeping out in bivy sacks under the stars. The temperature did drop
quite a bit overnight as it likes to do in the fall desert and both
reported being a bit chilled in the wee hours of the morning. A
situation that could have easily been remedied by adding extra clothing
if they hadn’t been to lazy to get out of their bags and put it on.
Saturday dawned as a fine day for the activities ahead, cool, clear and
dry. During breakfast, gear was checked one more time to verify
everything needed was brought, and unneeded items were stowed back in
the plane. The bikes were loaded up and the 8+ mile ride on dirt roads
helped warm them up and loosen muscles needed for the work ahead. Since
maps had been consulted, and the route scouted from the air the day
before, there were no surprises or problems getting to the start of
Alcatraz slot. There are two ways into the slot. An almost 200 foot free
rappel directly off the lip into the canyon, or a slightly less dramatic
and shorter, but still fun rappel from the side. It is accessed by
down climbing the first wall a short ways down canyon and then hiking
back up to the head of the slot. Since the free rappel requires the use
of a car bumper as the anchor, and the lightweight mountain bikes didn't
quite seem up to the task of supporting Paul’s 6'8" frame, the pair
wisely opted for the second alternative. Other canyoneers who had
recently done this slot provided beta that the slot was relatively dry
with no deep pools. That and the warmth of the day meant that it was
safe to leave the wetsuits behind where the anchor for the first rappel
was rigged.

After checking each others harnesses and the rappel rigging, the two
dropped in. Almost immediately the slot becomes narrow, deep and steep.
Much of the route becomes a guided, controlled slide by wedging parts
(or all) of the body between the canyon walls then slowly releasing
pressure and shimmying deeper into the slot. In other places it is
narrow, but level, so you push and squirm and wiggle your way through.
Sometimes exhaling deeply to squeeze through a narrow slot, hoping you
can hold your breath until it widens enough to inhale. Occasionally the
slot opens enough to allow to allow for the beauty of the rock to be
examined and admired. Then it narrows down again and you chimney up
above the constriction, pack dangling on a sling below you, and inch
your way sideways until the next obstacle.

The second rappel comes a little less than hour into the slot. It's much
shorter than the entry rap, but requires spanning a somewhat tricky,
deep, water filled pothole first. The rope is left in place in case of
some problem further on that requires a retreat back the same way. After
this point, more water and mud is encountered. At first you try
everything to avoid getting wet since wet, muddy shoes hinder climbing
moves, and, quite frankly, it's yucky! Eventually you have no choice
(possibly unintentionally) but to step into the muck, and it gets easier
to do so again after that. At some point the slot becomes more like a
cave than a canyon and the headlamps come out to light the way. At times
our intrepid pair separates with Dale squeezing through the narrower
lower slot while Paul is forced to find a higher route. At one such
point, Paul spots a large bird deep in the slot. Soon they converge on
it and find a very unhappy hawk trapped in a slightly more open
spot. The slot was large enough for the bird to fall into, probably
chasing prey, but to deep and narrow for it to fly out. Obviously the bird
was not as prepared as our heroes. They feel sorry for the bird, but
there is no way to effect a rescue of it. Unfortunately nature happens
sometimes. Just getting passed the miffed bird took some effort and
herding with packs strategically placed in front to avoid sharp talons and
beak. Eventually the canyon starts to open back up with third and
fourth short rappels required to get past obstacles.

Now out in the sun, it's time to enjoy the stunning view of the canyon
walls and enjoy a hard earned late lunch. Not done yet though, there is
still the matter of continuing down canyon until the walls lower enough
to get out, and then hiking up and back in the upper desert to return to
the start. The maps and directions prove useful again in finding the
way out since there aren't handy little BLM signs out here saying "You
are here". Up top is a typical desert landscape of sloping slickrock,
sandy areas with life barely hanging on, large cliff walls, and wild
fields of Moki marbles. It takes less time to hike back than negotiating
the slot required, but it is hot and exposed out in the sun, so the
extra water left at the bikes is needed and welcome. There's still work
to do before heading back to the plane and cold drinks however. The
first and second rappel ropes still need to be retrieved. The
initial one is easy, but the second one requires Paul to rappel back
into the slot just below where the second rap occurred, scramble back up
to it, then jumar back up the rope.

All was finally finished just about sunset, leaving the boys to bike
back to the plane in the dark. This was anticipated though, which is why
the headlamps were brought. They proved unnecessary though as the full
moon provided more than enough light for a very fun ride back with a
generally downhill grade in the reverse direction. Back at the plane it
was time to try and clean off all the mud, and clean and disinfect the
scrapes the sandstone walls had inflicted. All cleaned up, it was time
for an enjoyable dinner watching the stars and a very bright planet
disappear behind the Henry mountains. The only adverse weather occurred
part way through the night when some rain came through causing them to
batten down a little. It stayed warmer than the previous night though,
so it wasn't bad.

Sunday morning was again calm and clear with a light dusting of snow on
the Henrys. Perfect flying weather. Paul carefully inspected the plane
and runway for problems and planned out his takeoff (critical on such a
rolling, remote strip). Since the weather was cooperating and the day
was early, they headed west a little more to check out the area from the
air (Goblin Valley is tiny from a couple thousand feet up) and make a
stop at the Hidden Splendor airstrip off Muddy Creek in the San
Rafael Swell. The strip is in a small open area before the Muddy cuts
through the Swell. It requires careful navigating back and forth up
the canyon emerging at the right place and altitude to touch down. A
little exploring around then another spectacular takeoff into the canyon
and on to Canyonlands airport to refuel and file a flight plan for the
way home. Much of the return flight afforded more great views of the
western desert and on up into the mountains. The remains of the previous
night's storm meant some cloud cover that required flying over or
through. Paul carefully kept in touch with air traffic controllers to
make sure they were on the radar and there were no unexpected encounters
with other aircraft. A flawless touch down back in Boulder signaled a
successful trip.

When asked for his take on the whole successful outing thing, Dale had
this to say: "It was a short notice trip, but we both have a lot of
outdoor adventures under our belt and were well prepared for it. I'm a
firm believer in Murphy. The more crap I bring to be prepared for a
problem, the less likely I am to need it, hence the extremely sharp,
serrated knife capable of cutting thru pesky ligaments. It's not like
their weren't dicey moments. While trying to go high above a
particularly tight spot, I suddenly slid down into a tight spot and got
seriously wedged with the camera I had in my pocket jammed uncomfortably
into my crotch. I just had to push through the pain and find a way out.
Luckily the camera and the jewels are still in working condition."
Paul had similar remarks: "While the saying "Adventure is adversity
retold at leisure" has some merit, It is quite possible to push your
limits, have a tremendous amount of fun and accomplishment, without giving up
safety and common sense. Weather definitely played a factor, if
it hadn't been in our favor, we would have not gone, or fallen back on
our contingency plans. The only thing I might do a little differently is
find a partner who doesn't whine quite so much when he feels a little
trapped."
Reached for comment at his base in Hanksville, Wayne County SAR Captain
Dudley Doright had this to say: "It's awful inconsiderate of them to go
into this kind of adventure well prepared. We spend all this time and
effort in fund raising for equipment and training for emergencies and
then people don't need us. If this keeps up, I won't be able to convince
my wife I can't do the yard work because of training any more."
Echoing these sentiments, Colorado Civil Air Patrol search coordinator
Buzz Lightyear provided this unsolicited comment: "I'm out here at the
Boulder Radio Controlled airport flying pretend rescue missions with
model airplanes because these people are using common sense. How am I
supposed to justify flying all over the state when these people aren't
screwing up."
Careful research, planning, preparedness and common sense meant they had
a fun and exhilarating trip with no limbs removed, no worries at home, no
news media coverage and "No Rescue Required".
NOTE-while the story is true, the names and quotes are entirely made up
at the whim of the author. Any offense is purely unintentional and
merely reflects the author's inability to be witty and sensitive at the
same time.
COPYRIGHT - unauthorized users will be sentenced to spend a weekend
with the author while he endlessly repeats the same lame stories and
jokes in way too loud a voice.

