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This dispatch is coming to you from one of
my favorite camp spots inside the Grand Circle,
which is located someplace on the trail between
Navajo Mountain and Rainbow Bridge.
In case you missed the news reports, the continental
United States experienced its wettest 12
month period since the National Weather Service
has been keeping records, dating back to
The Colorado River is cranking, with flows
much higher than average this time of year, and
I’ve seen photos of daring adventurers paddling
their packrafts and kayaks down the Escalante,
the San Rafael and the Dirty Devil Rivers, all of
which don’t usually flow with enough volume to
float more than a rubber duckie.
And thanks to all that snow and rain the deserts
and meadows of the Grand Circle are bursting
with wildflowers right now, and have been
since early May.
If you’re reading this magazine right now
that means you’re probably traveling through the
Grand Circle, and take it from a man whose been
exploring the Grand Circle for the last 40 years,
you picked a great year to visit.
I love summer in the Grand Circle. I make my
home in Page, Arizona, right at the very center
of it, and I can tell you summertime in the Grand
Circle is bursting in all kinds of ways. Our calendars
are bursting with summer plans and our
weekends are bursting with activities. Our backyards
are bursting with friends over to barbecue
and play cornhole, and kids running around playing
tag or creating kingdoms in the treehouse.
In May our backpacks were bursting with
camping supplies as my friends and I prepared
to hike to Rainbow Bridge, next month the cargo
hold of our Jeep will be bursting with
camping s supplies when my wife and
I take our kids to spend three days in a
secluded Forest Service yurt.
All of these trips, all this going, embarking,
exploring, is fueled by hearts
that are bursting with inexhaustible curiosity
To those who are reading this while
exploring the many beautiful places in
the Grand Circle I wish you safe travels
and big adventures and may you return
home with memory cards bursting with
happy moments captured from the trail,
the lake, the road, the river, the campground
and all the secluded, magical
pockets you found along the way.
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Mountain Morning Meditation
Stories from the Asphalt Isthmus
Introducing our daughter to
the Great American Roadtrip.
An Old Dark Sky Night
A photographer’s journey
of the Grand Circle
Exploring Coyote Gulch
Before it was Famous
By Julia Beame
By Steven Law
By Nicole M. Anderson
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By Julia Beame
Mountain Morning Meditation
am camped in southwestern Utah with my husband and two kids, who
are five and seven. I wake up as the first zinfandel blush of dawn filters
through the curtains of our camp trailer.
Being as quiet as I can, I place a kettle of water on the trailer’s stove
to boil. When the water comes to a boil I pour it, along with some coffee
grounds, into a French press, press it down, and pour the coffee into my favorite
travel mug. After adding a littler creamer, I carry it and a folded picnic
blanket outside and carefully, silently shut the camper door behind me.
We found our wonderful little camp spot quite by accident. Or serendipity.
Yesterday afternoon we left Cedar City, Utah, and drove west out of town
along highway 14 and up and up onto the top of Cedar Mountain, where we
began looking for a place where we could camp for the night. About an hour
after leaving Cedar City we found a dirt road leading into pine trees that enticed
us to take it.
Afternoon matured into evening as we slowly bumped along the rutted dirt
road. About 45 minutes later the road terminated at a place called Strawberry
Point, which marks the southernmost end of the Virgin River Rim Trail.
The Virgin River Rim Trail – l would later Google – is 45 miles long, spanning
from Strawberry Point a good distance back down the mountain toward
Cedar City. It’s a single track trail and most of it follows along the southern
edge of the Markagunt Plateau. Its elevation is high enough to put it in the
pine trees and it overlooks the backcountry of Zion National Park. The views,
I discover as I leave the camper, are particularly stunning at dawn.
I carry my coffee and picnic blanket down the trail until I find a secluded
spot among a little semi-circle of pine trees just twenty feet from the edge
of the ledge, with an unobstructed view of the Zion backcountry. It’s the absolute
perfect spot for a morning meditation. I spread out my tiny square of
blanket on top of a cushiony layer of pine needles and sit on it cross-legged
looking out over Zion’s towers, buttes, pillars and canyons, still hazy blue in
the dawn light.
I take a long drink of coffee – dang that’s delicious! – and place the mug
back on the blanket. I take a deep breath of mountain air that smells of pine
trees, hint of trail dust, dry pine duff and coffee. Oh, why can’t every
day start like this?
Before I had kids I used to meditate 350 days out of the year, 20
to 30 minutes each time. But now with two busy kids under eight my
meditations are rare as Yeti sightings. I feel blessed if I can fit in a
single meditation session on a weekend.
Sitting beneath the three pine trees I concentrate on my breathing
while, in my head, I repeat my ancient and sacred mantra word,
which was given to me from a Zen master in Boulder, Colorado and
can be traced from him back several generations to a monk in Tibet.
Around me I hear bird song and the soft morning wind hushing itself
as it passes through the pine trees.
The few chances I have to meditate nowadays usually occur in
my living room. The city where I live – Grand Junction, Colorado
– has a great meditation center that I visit once or twice a year, and
I’ve been fortunate enough to meditate at Zen centers in Nepal, Peru,
Sedona and India, some of which were led by world-renowned yogis
and Zen masters. They were all amazing experiences, yet none of
them have compared to the times in my life when I’ve been able to
meditate out in the wild, whether in a desert, mountain, forest, meadow,
what have you, because wild nature contains an inherent raw,
pure energy that is very conducive to peace, and very nurturing to
the human soul, and it seems to me that it gives off a vibrational energy
that our body is already tuned to, but due to being confined in
cities and other unnatural spaces, very rarely gets to feel. There’s just
something particularly calming, soothing and centering about meditating
in the wild.
Yes, I can find peace, I can nurture my inner calm and get centered
when I’m in my living room, or even in an airport terminal, but
it just occurs effortlessly when I’m out in a secluded, wild piece of
On this particular morning I am able to meditate undisturbed for
about 40 minutes before I hear my kids running down the trail, calling
out for me. “Mommy, where are you?”
Talk about natural, pure, wild energy!
Though these two bundles of commotion produce their own brand
of raw vibrational energy, it lies at the opposite end of meditation’s
soothing, calming energy spectrum; yet these two energy bundles
have their own unique way of centering me.
Meditation is the raw, pure, wild energy that rejuvenates me. My
daughters are the raw, pure, wild energy that drains. Yin and Yang.
And that is fine with me. It is wonderful, in fact. After all, what
use is it to get re-energized if you never use that energy? What good
are batteries waiting unused in a cupboard? Put them in the flashlight
and lead your kids down a new hidden path.
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Exploring Arches, Deadhorse Point and Monument Valley
while introducing our daughter to the joys of
the family roadtrip.
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Day One | The Rhythm of the Road
Orangeville, Utah to Moab, Utah
One of the greatest virtues an explorer
can possess his the ability
to put his or her home behind
them, and focus on the trail, the road and
the horizon before them.
If you want to return home with a
good story to tell, you must first travel
beyond the horizon and encounter the
tribulations, and self-doubt, the triumphs
and glories – also known as the Life Lessons
(or the Boon, as mythologist Joseph
Campbell phrased it) – that lay there.
Horizon, here we come!
After leaving Orangeville, we travel
north on highway 10 until we reach
Price, where we turn east on highway 6
and soon thereafter we encounter light
rain. The sky is the gray of oxidized zinc.
Driving down the rain-wet highway
gives us the illusion that we’re speeding
down a canal flickering through the
gray spectrum from dull pewter to polished
chrome. The wet highway shimmers
with lambent light and puddles
flash like the CDs my mom hangs in her
orchard to scare the birds away. The tires
passing over the wet surface make a sibilant
sound, the windshield wipers slap in
The scenery along this part of highway
6 isn’t particularly beautiful or stunning.
The terrain consists of gray tropic
shale with few plants growing on its
nutrient-poor soil. Through the passing
millennia rain storms and melting snow
have eroded the bare, gray hills into
shapes like pleated, bell dresses, flying
buttresses, the sinews on the neck of a
straining man. But
all that gray does
nothing to dull our
moods and the rain
does nothing to
dampen our spirits,
for there is something
about the first day
of a roadtrip.
I was fortunate
enough to grow up
in a road-tripping
family. Every summer
we took a trip
to Montana for a family reunion, as well
as a trip to Flaming Gorge and the Hite
section of Lake Powell.
Every three years we’d take a long
road trip. One year we traveled from
Utah to New York and Washington D.C.
Another year we drove up the California
coast. Three or four times a year I helped
my dad load the camper onto the back of
our truck, and off we’d go. Wherever we
traveled my siblings and I watched vast
swathes of our beautiful country roll by
from the camper’s window over the cab.
in a campervan or
a camper is one of
the best ways to
see America. It’s
a movable basecamp.
Up front, the
driver and navigator
read the maps
and scan for roadside
while in the rear
the kids get to chat
and play games. A
roadtrip in a campervan
is like a mullet:
business in the front. Party in the
My dad took a lot of photos during
our trips and when we returned home
he’d mail off the film to get developed.
When the slides came back a couple
weeks later our family gathered in the
living room and watched them. We had
almost as much fun watching the slides
and reliving the trip as we did taking the
This is our daughter’s first roadtrip.
She turned three just a month prior.
She’s a naturally curious, inquisitive kid
who loves exploring and interacting with
our world. Our goal is to introduce her
to new places, new faces, new art, new
roads, new cities, new views, new ideas
new experiences, new people to keep her
curiosity piqued, to introduce her to the
lost art of browsing and to help her cultivate
an appreciation for travel and adventure.
Highway 6 takes us to Interstate 70.
Along the way we have passed out of the
rain zone and back onto dry roads and
the sound the tires make turns from sibilant
hiss to dry thrum. When we reach
I-70 we turn east and continue driving
a half hour until we reach highway 191,
where we turn south and drive until we
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Our daughter is a very active, energetic
kid. When we’re home, she demonstrates
this often, by showing us how
many times she can jump on one leg, or
how long she can postpone bed time. After
three hours in her car seat my wife
and I can see the signs she’s growing
restless and agitated. She sits in her car
seat as uneasy as a champagne cork in its
bottle on New Year’s Eve. She may look
calm, but she’s ready to explode. “Hang
in there, Roo,” I tell her. “We’ll be to
Moab soon and then you can get out and
We arrive in Moab about 20 minutes
later. If highway 191 is a river, Moab is
an eddy where traffic, tourists and adventurers
move out of the swift current
and slow down, and that is what we do,
It’s lunchtime when we arrive in
Moab, so we make our first stop Eddy
McStiff’s, a pizza and burger joint.
Moab is a great little town. It was founded
in 1878, but gained popularity in the
1950s during the uranium boom, and enjoyed
a second resurgence in the 1990s
(which is still on-going) among outdoor
enthusiasts, as it’s home to some of the
world’s greatest mountain biking, hiking,
Jeeping and rafting.
After lunch, my wife, daughter and I
enjoy strolling along Moab’s mainstreet
perusing its bookstores, art galleries, antique
stores and t-shirt shops. After a
couple hours of that we get back in the
Wandervan and go in search of a place
to camp for the night. I know from previous
experience that Moab has several
campsites a short distance out of town
along the Colorado River and that’s
where I drive. It’s a lovely little corridor,
where the river, the highway and the
long row of campsites are nestled in the
bottom of the canyon like a bouquet of
roses in the arm of an actress. We find
an open campsite in one of the campgrounds,
pay our fee and pull into our
site. Camping in a Wandervan is great.
Setting up camp involves nothing more
than parking the van in the most level
spot I can find.
Our campsite – as are most of the
campsites located along the river – is
nestled in among white oak trees, cottonwoods
and willows, which are abso-
lutely beautiful in autumn. The leaves of
the willows are gone, but the leaves of
the cottonwoods are golden yellow and
the leaves of the white oaks are the yellow-orange-red
of a campfire.
The first thing we do after settling
into camp, which takes only a couple
minutes, is to find a path that leads down
to the Colorado River, which flows just
100 feet away. It takes Roo just a few
minutes to find a flat rock on the bank
where she can sit and dangle her feet in
Soon we all have our shoes off,
splashing our feet in the cold, refreshing
river. The sun, which hovers just a
hand-span above the western cliff wall,
is warm on our faces. The river is muddy
brown with fall runoff, the river bank
smells of mucky mud, and the coppery
smell of dry, winter willows. The cottonwood
trees, which grow along the river
bank, are extremely wonderful this
time of year, and particularly so during
the last hour of the day. When the wind
blows through them, their flickering gold
leaves look like lambent flames.
After Roo has had her fill of splashing
her feet in the river we climb the
hill to our camp. The sun dips below the
cliff wall about 40 minutes later and the
temperature drops quickly. Though the
sun is below the rim in the west, it still
shines upon the cliff walls which stand
east of our camp.
Our campsite is nestled in under a
cozy nook of white oak trees, which includes
a firepit and picnic table. I have
parked the van in front of our camp,
which adds an additional wall of seclusion.
I start a campfire while my wife
dresses our daughter in warm clothes for
the evening. The campfire, the leaves of
the white oaks and the sunset-saturated
cliff walls –which cups our camp like
hands holding a nest – all contain the
same color qualities: Red-orange-yellow-russet.
My wife makes Girl Scout Stew for
dinner, which we eat from bowls while
we sit around the campfire. After we finish
our delicious stew we roast marshmallows.
Quite spontaneously, our
daughter starts telling us knock-knock
jokes, but she’s new to them and she
leaves off their punch lines. They go
something like this: “Knock-knock?”
“Who’s there?” we say.
“Strawberry-banana,” Roo replies,
then laughs like it’s the funniest joke in
the world. Her laughter is infectious and
soon my wife and l are laughing along
with her, which, of course, makes Roo
think her joke was a great success, so she
keeps telling us knock-knock jokes.
It’s a pretty great way to spend the final
hour of the day.
We let the fire burn down, and spread
out the remaining embers and enter the
cozy van to sleep for the night. The van
has a heater, which is independent of the
engine-mounted heater all vehicles have,
and I turned it on an hour earlier. When
we enter the van it’s toasty and warm,
perfect for this chilly, autumn night.
One of the greatest things about
camping in a Wandervan is all the conveniences.
It has a heater, it has a sink
for brushing our teeth and washing our
faces, it has lamps and the beds are very
comfortable. My wife likes the extra security
that comes from being able to lock
ourselves inside for the night.
We brush our teeth in the Wandervan’s
sink, read a bedtime story to Roo
and go to bed. My wife and daughter
sleep in the bottom bunk, snuggled together
under a blanket, and I sleep in the
Before I tuck myself in beneath the
covers I spend a few minutes writing in
my travel journal writing down the many
highlights of a perfect day exploring
with my family.
Day Two | A Day in the Slow Lane
Exploring Arches National Park
step out of our warm camper van into
crisp autumn air and the dim light
of dawn. The smell of woodsmoke,
coffee and bacon drifts from a nearby
camp. The sides of the van are tattooed
in swirling, interconnected ferns of frost,
the picnic table wears a peach-fuzz layer
I start a pan of water heating on our
camp stove for coffee and oatmeal, then
walk down the frost-covered sandy trail
to the river. The edges of the river are
frozen, the ice thin as layers of Baklava.
My wife and daughter are still sleeping
snugly in the van.
After about seven minutes of river-watching
meditation I return to camp
where I find the coffee water boiling,
and pour some into my mug and stir in
some instant coffee. I carry my coffee
back down the trail toward the river and
a short ways down the trail I find a flat
rock on which I sit and watch the morning
come to life. A few minutes later sun
rises over the cliff wall and begins to
warm our little camp, much like the hot
coffee warms the cold cup I hold in my
hands while I watch the Colorado River
roll by. A nice
way to start the
I hear the
door of the van
slide open about
the time I finish
my coffee, and
hear my wife and
as they step
out into the brisk,
We eat breakfast,
pack our camp
chairs and stove
into the rear of the van and drive the
short distance to Arches National Park,
where we will spend the morning and
early afternoon introducing our daughter
to one of America’s great treasures.
The park takes its name because more
than 2,000 sandstone arches exist within
its borders. It was originally designated
a national monument in 1929, and
a national park
in 1971. Some
of the park’s
most famous features
Arch, The Organ,
Arch, the Three
Gossips, and Double
O Arch. The
road leading into
the interior of the
park passes many
of the park’s famous features – such as
Balanced Rock, The Organ and Double
Arch – but the majority of the arches can
only be accessed by footpath.
We make frequent stops as we progress
deeper into the park, stopping in
some place to take photos and other
places to walk and
run and explore.
The first place
where we stop and
get out, and let Roo
run ahead and lead
the way, is Balanced
we spent 30 minutes
the famous rock
feature at the pace of
a curious (read: easily
distracted by lizards,
flowers) three year
old. Our next stop is at Fiery Furnace, a
wonderful little stop with trails that reach
like peavines over the sand dunes, along
cliff walls and into shady alcoves and
Our daughter climbs onto a sand dune
spine and down its other side and leads
us into a shady alcove that’s home to junipers,
silver sagebrush, narrow-leaf
team and prickly
pear cactus. Yesterday,
was overcast and
chilly, but today we
have clear, sunny
skies with temperatures
in the 70s. It’s
an absolutely perfect
day for exploring.
I quite enjoy exploring
at a threeyear-olds
consists of numerous
stops, and looking around in wonder
at the new and amazing world. Hiking
with a three-year-old involves lots of
touching, feeling, smelling and full-sensory
engagement with the natural world.
The word itinerary does not exist for
a three year old. She picks dried juniper
gum off a juniper trees, she finds a
stick lying on the ground and spends 10
minutes using it to draw lines, circles
and strange designs on the surface of the
Although the word itinerary isn’t in
a three-year-old’s vocabulary, the word
`cookies’ is, and we use it to entice our
daughter that it’s time to return to the
Wandervan and eat lunch. My wife and
daughter claim one of Devil’s Garden’s
picnic tables while I retrieve sandwich
makings and cookies from the van’s
During lunch, Roo bites her cheese
slice into the approximation of a coyote
silhouette. “I love coyote cheese,” she
After lunch we get back into the Wandervan
and drive deeper into the park.
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Roadtripping in a campervan or
a camper is one of the best ways
to see America. It’s a movable basecamp.
Up front, the driver and
navigator read the maps and scan
for roadside attractions, while in
the rear the kids get to chat and
play games. A roadtrip in a campervan
is like a mullet: business in
the front. Party in the back!
After a busy morning and a satisfying
lunch Dana tells me that she and Roo
wouldn’t mind taking a nap. Not a problem
I park in the Devil’s Garden parking
lot and while I spent 100 minutes walking
down its trails taking photos and
gawking, my wife and daughter crawl
onto the bed at the back of the van and
take a nap. Win-win.
After wandering through a small section
of Devil’s Garden, I return to the
van where I find my wife and daughter
sitting up in bed talking to each other,
having just woken up from their nap.
I get in the driver’s seat and take us to
Double-Arch. The three of us walk to the
base of the arches. My wife, who is five
month’s pregnant, remains at the base of
the cliff walls that comprise the double
arches, while Roo and I steadily climb
up the grade till we very nearly reached
one of the arches. There we took some
photos, climb back down to my patiently
waiting wife and return to our Wandervan.
The shadows from the Organ, Balanced
Rock and the Three Gossips are
growing pretty long across the desert
floor. We’ve had a very fun, satisfying
day scratching the exploration
itch, and most importantly Roo – who
rolled down sand dunes, ran along trails,
jumped on one leg along a short stone
wall – had the kind
of day that we hope
will go a long way
to instilling in her a
lifelong love for the
and family outings.
Park is big, comprised
of more than
76,000 acres inside
of which lie the Fiery
Garden and many
We’ll just have
to come back another
day and explore
it a little longer,
a little deeper,
Roo drawing shapes in the sand with her
stick at Devil’s Garden, we have barely
scratched its surface.
Day Three | Ablaze and Aglow!
Deadhorse Point to Monument Valley
The fourth day of our family
roadtrip is the most eventful. For
the second day in a row we wake
up on the banks of the Colorado River,
just outside of Moab, Utah. It’s just
starting to get light when I wake up, the
sun hasn’t yet risen above the 800-foothigh
cliff walls that border the river. The
air is invigoratingly chilly as I step out
of our Wandervan to start the coffee and
oatmeal water boiling. My wife joins me
a few minutes later. Our three-year old
daughter remain asleep tucked in snug
and cozy on her bed in the warm van.
The gray October morning brightens
a few f-stops while the water heats. Coffee
for me, cocoa for my wife. We pack
up camp while we wait for the water. I
shake the dew off the camp chairs, fold
them up and tuck them under the van’s
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bed along with our marshmallow roasters.
With our camp packed and our campsite
cleaned up, I climb into the driver’s
seat, my wife gets in beside me. Roo still
sleeps in the back, safe behind the bed’s
And on we drive to the day’s first of
several destinations. I tune in NPR as I
drive. The calm NPR voices blend nicely
with the thrum of the van’s tires rolling
across an American interstate.
Coffee. NPR. Driving at dawn while
the cliff walls of the Colorado Platea add
color to themselves. And scroll by, and
scroll by. Perfect.
Along the way our daughter sits up in
bed and asks where we were.
“Well,” I reply, “it seems we’re driving
across one of the most beautiful spots
in the world.”
Ten minutes later we arrive at Deadhorse
Point State Park.
I’ve never been to Deadhorse Point
before. Nor has my wife or daughter. I
drive to the visitor center and park. We
step out of the van and then, Oh wow!
Directly in front of us, facing east, we
see six rows of cliff walls and mountain
peaks. The morning sun is only 90 minutes
above the horizon so we are seeing
the shadowed sides of the cliff walls
and mountain peaks which are varying
shades of blue-gray. It looks surreal, like
panes of blue glass leaning one on the
other. The morning air is still delightfully
cool, like leaning your cheek against a
We spend 90 minutes walking along
the trails at the leisurely pace of bib-
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Our daughter, invigorated by the adventure,
rushes ahead down the trail, then
back to us. She points out every plant
and rock she finds interesting, which is
most of them, and explains to us what it
is she found interesting about them. My
heart nearly bursts with joy as I watch
her actively engage with her beautiful
One of the big reasons why we have
taken this roadtrip is to introduce our inquisitive
daughter to our beautiful world,
and encourage her natural curiosity. My
wife and I are very pleased to watch it
We stop at half a dozen viewpoints
during our all-too-brief visit to Deadhorse
Point, but our roadtrip is coming to
an end and our day’s itinerary is packed.
We get back in our van and continue our
roadtrip, driving south through Moab
and eventually on to Monument Valley
with several stops at roadside attractions
and scenic overlooks we pass along the
One of the most scenic sections of
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our drive, in a day filled with scenic sections,
is that from Moab to Bluff. I just
love those long views across the farmland
of Blanding and Bluff with the
snow-capped mountains in the distance.
The bottom of every canyon, wash and
gully we pass along our river is ablaze
with golden-leafed Cottonwood trees.
Seen from above, the Colorado Plateau
must look like Kintsugi pottery.
We stop at Forrest Gump Hill and
take the obligatory picture, then push on
to Monument Valley where we spend the
last two hours of daylight at the Mittens
After dinner at a restaurant appropriately
named The View, which is situated
so diners can look out on the Mittens, we
return to our Wandervan and drive on a
little farther into the darkening dusk.
As I drive I reflect on what an amazingly
beautiful day it has been! We woke
up on the banks of the Colorado River,
watched the day come alive at Deadhorse
Point, goofed off at various roadside
attractions, and finished by watching
the sun set in Monument Valley. Not
If Woody Guthrie had made the drive
we made today it would have inspired an
album of anthems.
I grew up in Orangeville, Utah, which
is on the northern end of the Colorado
Plateau, which has terrain similar in
a lot of ways to that of Page. Big cliff
walls, gorgeous sunsets. I spent another
eight years as a river guide in the Grand
Canyon, where, from April to October
I was lucky enough to witness flowers
bloom and die in the spring, then bloom
and die again after the monsoon season.
I slept on my raft and watched the constellations
change hour by hour as well
as month by month. I should be immune
to long views over farmland, flowery
meadows, the sun setting on cliff walls.
But I’m not.
What a beautiful, amazing place we
live in. America is so beautiful, and –
in my opinion – the Colorado Plateau
is the most beautiful place inside it –and
that’s saying a lot considering we live
in a country that also includes Yosemite,
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If my daughter ever asks, Why do we
live in Page?, my wife and I can say, “Remember
that morning in Deadhorse Point
when the blue cliffs were stacked on top of
each other like panes of blue glass leaning
against a wall? Remember our cozy campsite
beneath the glowing cliff walls? Remember
all those thousands of stars that
seemed close enough to touch? Remember
how your sweatshirt smelled like a campfire
for a week after we got home?”
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Armand Cir. C-4
Antelope Ave. D-3
Appaloosa Rd. B-5
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Aspen St. C-3
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Azure Rd. B-4
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Jerome St. C-4
Juniper Ave. D-2
Kachina St. C-2
Kaibab Rd. B-3,4
Knoll Ave. C-1
Lake Powell Blvd.
Lakeside Ct. D-3
Manson Rd. B,C-3
Marble Rd. C-3
Maverick Lp. C-4
Mesa Dr. C-1
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Mustang Rd. B-5
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O’Neil Lp. B-4
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Palomino Rd. B-4
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Sunset St. B-4
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By Nicole M. Anderson
An Old Dark Sky Night
Looking back, I didn’t realize how important that dark night sky was. The
sky was pitch black, like a giant piece of black butcher paper, pierced
with holes that the light shone through. There must have been a billion
stars that night, maybe trillions. I was probably nine years old that night,
and I stood upon an arch in the middle of a red rock desert with my Dad and our
dog by my side.
I was one of the lucky ones who was blessed with a rich childhood full of
campfires, dirty jeans, a camper with an old pump faucet, where, as a kid, I took
baths in an old green bin that fit perfectly in the camper’s sink.
Lucy, our old Ford F150, was orange and had white lace pinstriping down her
sides. She took us to some of the most amazing places. Old eight track tapes blared
as Don Williams and my Dad sang, “Lord, I hope this day is good” and my mother,
refusing to ride in the truck any longer; stood along the side of the dirt road
convinced that the road was too steep and too dangerous to travel.
The family dog, Chance, bounced and jumped up-and-down in the back of
the camper, excited for whatever adventure lay ahead of us that day, making our
camper, which was already too big for the truck, appear to be incredibly unstable
to most passersby.
That old truck, old camper and ancient red rock desert took me to places of the
heart. Places where memories were made, and the dreams of a nine-year-old girl
would come true.
We had camped there often, the place we camped that night, and I longed to
hike to the top of the arch, which was one of the camp’s many attractions. As I
think back, it probably wasn’t that big but to nine-year-old Nicole, it was giant.
It may as well have been Mt. Everest because I truly believed that from the top of
that rock I would surely be able to touch the stars.
My parents, mostly my mother, I suppose, had raised me to have a love affair
of sorts with the stars. She was a Carl Sagan fan and loved to study the sky. We
camped in the middle of nowhere that evening, built a campfire, made dinner, and
peered into our telescope searching for Mars, then Venus, among a
menagerie of other stars and planets. The sparks from the campfire
flickered upwards, slowly, as the smoke carried them away into the
dark night. I wanted to catch a ride on one of them since I was certain
they would have carried me into
Mom headed to bed early and
when it was finally past midnight,
the darkest hour, we began to walk
down an old dirt trail, Chance leading
the way, then Dad, then me. The dirt
curled around our feet as we rambled
along the old trail that tightly curved
along the edge of the canyon wall
and then quickly turned to slickrock.
We scrambled up the slickrock and,
as we reached the top of the arch, my
Dad reached for my hand. There we
were, standing in the middle of heaven.
The stars were thick as the bristles
on a broomstick and too numerous to
count. We reached out toward the sky
and it seemed as if we could touch
the trillions upon trillions of specs of
light encompassing our bodies.
The stars became part of us that
evening, we became part of the stars. I don’t know how long we sat
on the top of that red rock arch, or if it is still there today, or if I will
ever see stars that amazingly close-up again, but that was the night
when my dream of living amongst the stars came true.
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Photos and text by Bob Hembree
Page is my home now. I’m minutes away from feeding my photography
obsession at Horseshoe Bend, Antelope Canyon, Lake Powell, Glen Canyon
and places I’d never heard of before moving here. One of my favorite
places is Wahweap Overlook off Highway 89. I like to go there after an afternoon
storm when the clouds still linger. Page’s 14-mile Rimview Trail is
walking distance from my house.
Then there’s Antelope Point, a perfect place to walk among the rock formations
bordering the water or cat
360 views of Glenn Canyon Dam,
the city of Page, I hike to the top o
Before moving here, Page was
tried most the restaurants, and bec
all, it was a good move for me and
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ch the sunrises over Antelope Island. For
the Vermillion Cliffs, Lake Powell, and
f Potato Hill.
my base. I stayed in the local, hotels,
ame a familiar face at Starbucks. All in
Bryce Canyon National Park
I wasn’t prepared for the view at Bryce Canyon. It was overwhelming. I’d seen photos, but they can’t capture
the rich detail, the otherworldliness and sheer vastness of being there. As a photographer, this was a
challenge because I knew instantly my photographs would fall far short of the real-time experience. Nevertheless,
I tried. I camped in the park for three days, caught every sunrise and sunset, and noted all the best
spots for next visit.
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Zion National Park
The best way I can describe Zion is it’s like an inverted Grand Canyon blended with Yosemite. I grew up
near Yosemite, so felt right at home here. This leg of the trip was part hotel and part camping. I stayed in
Hurricane, Utah for three days, then two days in a tent at Zion. I love camping, but it’s nice to take a hotel
break midway. I had no problem finding an affordable room in Hurricane and enjoyed exploring the neighboring
BLM land. One day I drove to St. George. I was looking for a place to get a good sunset shot. I had a
place in mind, but my GPS led me astray. The sun was going down and I was running out of time, so I followed
the sun west hoping I’d find a good vantage point in time. I lucked out and found the spot featured on
the cover of this magazine.
North Rim of the Grand Canyon
I camped on the north rim for two nights. It’s at higher elevation than the other side of the canyon, so a
perfect place to beat the August heat. The first thing I saw entering the park was a large herd of grazing buffalo.
There were lazy calves, playful yearlings and watchful adults. The second thing I noticed was the trees,
mostly evergreens, but a surprising number of tall, straight, white aspens. Wildlife was more plentiful than
on the south rim. I was surprised to see hummingbirds at this elevation. The crowds were small compared to
my last few visits to the other side of the canyon. People seemed friendlier. I have no data to back this, but
it seems crowded places keep people on guard to the point they can’t relax and have a good time. Or maybe
it’s just me.
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Exploring Coyote Gulch
Story and photos
by Phil Clark
before it was famous
called my brother, Martin, one day in 1990, and told him that I
had heard of a great backpacking trip to do and asked if he was
interested. He hadn't yet been to the Page area and we had backpacked
many times before. I told him about the majestic canyons of
red sandstone, cottonwood trees that are pale green in the spring and
darker in the summer and the wildflowers, springs and rock formations
along the creek in Coyote Gulch. It didn't take much to convince
Martin and his childhood friend drove from Albuquerque one
weekend to meet in Page. Even though they were not new to backpacking,
neither my brother nor his friend had been backpacking in
canyon country. We were all looking forward to exploring a new
I had explored some of the other canyons in the Escalante drainage
before and had been using the only guidebook at the time, Hiking
the Escalante by Rudi Lambrechtse, 1985 Edition to help me find
my way. This, of course, was way before the Internet, geotagging,
Instagram, and all the ways that now the entire planet knows about
these beautiful and fragile places.
The guidebook had the following in the publisher's note: "There
are many conflicting opinions on how to write a wilderness guide.
Some say that there should be no guides or even maps. 'Let the hikers
wander and enjoy the adventure of finding their own way and
discovering the beauties for themselves.'" On the other end of the
spectrum are those who "would want every step and corner described."
My preference is the latter.
My brother and his friend, Carl, arrived at the duplex where I
lived. We hung out for the evening and had dinner and talked while
we got last minute gear ready for the trip. It was so good to see both
of them again.
We left early the next morning to make the drive out to Coyote
Gulch. Cottonwood Wash Road was dry and open so I showed them
part of what I considered my 'back yard'. We did a quick jaunt into
Cottonwood Wash Narrows to stretch our legs and I told them that
canyons are what really gets me going. Some canyons are so narrow
one cannot fit into them sideways.
We drove on to Escalante and visited my friend, Bill, at his house.
We worked together at Glen Canyon NRA at the time. He was the
seasonal Ranger for the Escalante Subdistrict and practically knew
the area by memory. Bill and I had hiked before. I introduced him
to my brother and his friend. We talked about places to camp and
where to get water in the canyon. There is always the stream in Coyote
Gulch, he said but there were also some springs that he'd duank
from for years without incident. Water is always the crucial element
in a backpacking trip and spring water sounded a lot better than
creek water. He did say to treat when in doubt. Coyote Gulch, he
said, was a flowing creek about two miles from the trailhead and
would continue to have water all the way to "The Reservoir" as he
would refer to Lake Powell. Back then, the lake came quite a bit
up the canyon since it was within 25 feet of "full pool". We thanked
him for the advice and recommendations. I wished he could have
gone with us. To this day he is still a nimble canyoneer.
We followed the guidebook directions to the trailhead. There
were few signs then. The guidebook instructions were to use the
"road log for the exact mileage. The signed trailhead appears shortly
after a stock corral on the left". The guidebook's mileage log started
at the start of Hole in the Rock road. We zeroed out the trip odometer
as we turned off of the state highway. The book said the trailhead
was 34.7 miles away, with a notation that "the road becomes quite
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curvy for the next two miles". Sometimes the guide would note a
difference in the color of the road as it had been cut from native rock
While we were not just wandering in the desert exploring new
things, it was good that the book left many things for the reader to
discover. We drove down the road until the end, a sandy area that
required four wheel drive. Eager to start exploring, we checked that
we left with enough water to make it to camp. My brother and I
used to hike and backpack often. We had fun and saw some great
things together. I was glad he could come on the trip.
The first mile had little resemblance to a canyon and was more
of a walk across the sand and brush. Luckily it was mostly flat
since sand makes for hard hiking. It wasn't that long until we started
meeting the creek, which seemed to surface from the ground and
start flowing through the sand. A couple of bends further, we met
the Glen Canyon NRA boundary. It felt kind of funny to be recreating
where I worked.
We passed through the wood and wire "hiker's maze" and continued
to follow the canyon.
Downstream the walls got taller and we started to see seeps of
water coming out of seams in the rock walls of the canyon. The
seeps provide water for a variety of plants. Often maidenhair fern
arc out above the drops or streams of water coming out of the rock.
That day we saw a scarlet penstemmon, the blooms of which make
me think of shooting stars. As we sit down to change into sandals,
we hear some frogs croaking. Not long afterwards, we saw Jacob
Hamblin Arch, also known as Lobo Arch. The guidebook said Lobo
Arch was named for the last of the grey wolves that used to inhabit
in the Escalante region.
We found our first camp in a deep alcove, above the drainage. It
was so deep that we didn't bother putting up tents as the cliff across
from us was framed in the arch-like alcove. It might have been a
good idea to have put up the tents because that night there was a
constant wind that swirled in the alcove. I suppose we should have
known, since wind helps form alcoves! Hoping to continue to hear
the frogs, we didn't hear much out of the local wildlife that night.
Perhaps they don't like wind either.
Groggy with poor sleep, we woke up to a sky with some wispy,
non-threatening clouds, framed by the canyon walls. The indirect
light on the canyon walls gave it depth and intrigue. We had a wide
view of the creek below and no one else was in sight. No other human
sounds at all. Until . . . we heard a very loud roar approach
and seemingly follow the Coyote Gulch from the air. An F-16 flew
above the canyon some 500 feet above the ground.
The wind that night made a casualty of my stove, which I discovered
the next morning. The blown sand had made its way inside the
plunger assembly and had gotten sand on the O-ring used to create
pressure. With the seal broken we couldn't pump up the white gas
tank. We managed to get breakfast going with my brother's stove as
he had a French Bluet that used cartridges instead of white gas.
We hiked down the canyon a little farther and were greeted by a
huge arch. Coyote Bridge spans the canyon, having been formed by
the creek itself. We walked by the bridge, looking relatively insignificant
to the impressive formation. The greenery of an early spring
cottonwood contrasted against the red rock of the bridge.
Sanitation back then wasn't much of an issue. There were so few
people that human waste decomposed and wasn't concentrated. At
some locations in the canyon, there were simple pits covered by a
simple wood seat, in a private setting. One thing about being in a
canyon: the views from latrines are beautiful. Nowadays, backpackers
are expected to haul out their own waste.
Soon, we see Stevens (Skyline) Arch above us, towering above
the canyon, deep red against the blue sky. Downstream of the
bridge we found a small spring coming out between the softer reddish
Navajo sandstone and purplish, denser Kayenta layer. It was
sweetish water, dripping out of the moss covered shelf.
After topping off our water supply and disinfecting it, we continued
downstream. Soon, we found a series of Kayenta layers to descend,
much like a natural staircase. As we arrived to a large flat
area, we looked back to see two waterfalls falling over the purple
shelves. It felt great to cool our feet off!
The canyon started winding back and forth into the Kayenta. It
seemed difficult to keep track of direction inside the canyon, but
then, it didn’t seem to matter since the only route is down the canyon.
Often when there was a 90 or 180 degree turn in the creek,
we found the out wall had been hollowed out by previous floods.
Passing another series of stone stairs and waterfall, we couldn’t help
sticking our heads under the water and splashing our feet. By then it
was getting hot and the water felt so good!
We picked out a campsite nearby and set down our packs. We
would set up camp after we continued down the canyon an saw, or
got close to, Lake Powell. Soon we saw the tell-tale 'bathtub ring' of
the reservoir, showing that we had entered below 'full pool'.
Edward Abbey called this part of a canyon the 'dead zone' where
not much actually lives. Our goal accomplished: we had seen the
lake. Now it was time to set up camp and have some food. Our
meal consisted of one of a long-time backpacking meal, from a four
decades old Sierra Club cookbook. Alpine Spaghetti is made with
dry spaghetti and a dry version of pesto with dried basil, garlic and
chopped nuts, reconstituted with olive oil in the cooked spaghetti.
As we ate spaghetti in the wilderness we were serenaded by frogs,
toads, crickets, cicadas and other creatures which made music to the
gentle gurgles of the creek.
My brother and his friend were amazed by the beauty of the trip.
We knew that in the morning we would be hiking back out the way
we came. The views would be different going back. Often things
are even more interesting that way.
After we ate our dinner, we talked until we were too tired to talk
anymore and bid each other good night. A sliver of the Milky Way
passed over us as we slept.
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