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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.

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