It’s all about Mindset

Last year as we left Capitol Reef Park and headed down Hwy 12 for the first time ever we climbed through the forests and then descended into Boulder and the magic beyond. The road is narrow with few pull offs for an RV & toad so we kept going and I vowed to comeback. We did, deciding to camp on the BLM land just south of Escalante itself.

Devil’s playground is 12 miles south on a dirt road and a mellow introduction to the area’s enclaves of the creators artistic work.

Next day we drove the iconic Hwy 12 byway up to the Escalante River and found the Lowe Calf Creek trailhead.

Parked the car, hung the geezer pass in the window and hit the trail. Cool air and wonderful scenery, I wallowed in it. Like getting out of the shower into clean crisp sheets and rolling back & forth to make sure they’re real. It’s our first hike of the trip and why not revel in it?

It’s one of those hikes where they give you a little brochure with numbers on explaining observations along the way. Number 8 described three large figures painted on the smooth wall across the canyon. We both stood there staring but could not see them. As we were about to leave two hikers were returning and we asked them “Sure, they said, right over there”. It took some more arm gesturing before it clicked for me and thereafter that was all I could see.

Had to drive up the “Hogsback” section of the road just to get the feel of it again. Got warned of the grade on the way down but felt a whole lot freer driving it in the Subi rather than the RV towing the Subi.

Decided to explore further south along the Hole in the Rock road and persevered  through 24 miles of intermittent packed clay and terrible wash boarding to arrive at Dry Fork Trail head.

The trail head is named for the main canyon running up & down. Off of it are two popular side slot canyons named “Peek-a-Boo” and “Spooky”. There were a fair number of people around and we decided to first explore up the narrowing Dry Fork.

We  started back and looked for the entrance to Spooky. I remembered reading that it was narrow and you had to remove your daypack to get through but I did not pay much attention to that as we found the narrow wedge and waltzed in.

Now things started to get weird as we were acting without thinking what we were doing. We met some folk coming out before it really narrowed, let them by, and squeezed on. Rose was in front and would occasionally ask, “Are you OK?” as I dragged behind wondering how do I take photo’s in such a confined space.

In one sense I just wanted to get to the end, yes I now remembered that it went through to somewhere. My claustrophobic senses were starting to kick in and if I stopped for too long and pondered my situation they might trigger and make things worse. We knew there were people up ahead as we kept hearing voices and finally we met up with them as they were negotiating a chock stone.

We leapfrogged the group and their parting words were; “Take the trail on the left, you can’t miss it”. After going in what I percieved to be the wrong direction I got antsy and had to stop and consult the GPS. Showed we would soon meet a trail going left and it would take us down a wash. The wash turned out to be a slot like canyon and I procrastinated going down it. Shortly two young folk from Atlanta, Georgia came along and asked if it was Peek-a-Boo? I thought so and deciding there was safety in numbers followed them down into it.

 

At the end of it we had had a great time and if anyone follows in our footsteps remember; Go up Spooky and descend Peek-a-Boo!