Angels Landing - 1,488' High |
The peak looked extremely high from the canyon floor, and it wasn't obvious how to climb it, the sides looked all sheer from the valley, but the map showed access was from the rear.
After crossing the Virgin River, the walk started easy and was paved. The inclination increased a little and I could see a huge vertical face coming to towards me, but couldn't yet see a way up. Then I spotted coloured dots moving on the cliff face; yes people were actually moving up the cliff on a trail I couldn't yet make out.
Refrigerator Alley |
After a few more switchbacks we had climbed the first vertical face and now proceeded through a steep narrow valley between Angels Landing and the adjacent mountain. This would take us up to the rear of Angels Landing. The valley was in total shade, and with the breeze gently drifting through it, was aptly named Refrigerator Alley.
Doug and Taylor hailed from Texas. They were doing a month long whistle-stop tour, and they seemed to be doing a reverse of my itinerary through the Grand Circle. Their plans for the final four days of their trip were ambitious, and they were aiming to cover off a number of parks. I commented that the long distances alone would have a limiting effect on their schedule, and suggested that a better strategy might be to head for Moab where they could cram in Arches and Canyonlands National Parks, and pop into Mesa Verde on their way back to Texas.
A Giddy Climb - No Room for Error |
After a short distance up the valley, with sides climbing vertically as far as the eye could see, we encountered a series of 22 very steep switchbacks called Walters Wiggles, which took us to a saddle where the West Rim and Angels Landing Trails diverged. The paved trail now turned to a sandy path before becoming a trail over huge slabs of sloping sandstone. Doug seemed to be suffering from the heat and was perhaps a little out of condition. He also enjoyed stopping and chatting to all and sundry on the route. As a consequence Taylor and I were often way ahead and we had to take periodic breaks to wait for Doug to catch us up. This probably did me a favour, since my natural tendency was to set a fast pace and work against the clock.
Climb Closeup - Spot the Climbers Making Their Way Up or Down |
Chipmunk |
The climb again proved deceptive, and there was yet another climb behind it before we finally reached the top. Wow, the panorama around us was truly spectacular. In one direction the Zion Canyon stretched down towards the visitor centre, and in the opposite direction it started to twist in a convoluted route up towards The Narrows. The lush valley floor was surrounded by high peaks, some as high as half a mile. I felt as though I was up with the Gods, or more aptly the angels. Once we had taken in the initial euphoria of the magnificent setting, we settled down to eat what provisions we had brought with us, in my case an apple and some trail mix. The others had a more varied diet, including beef jerky. Doug offered me some to try, it was basically thin strips of beef that had been through some curing process, and was chewy and very tasty. I made my mind up to buy some the next time I was in a store.
Doug, Me and Taylor on Top of the World |
The sun was now high, and we decided to make the long descent back down to the canyon floor. We passed others making their way up, and took pity on them since there was by now very little shade afforded by the cliffs with the sun so high in the sky. We were also down to the last drops in our water bottles.
Taylor raced off ahead to soak his feet in the river, while Doug and I made our way over the last stretch talking about European and American politics, and how many Americans were not in favour of Obama's socialist policies. Doug also had his own views on religion, and we discussed terrorism in the name of religion, and he was keen to ascertain how the Irish peace initiatives were working. Families and travel were also covered before we all too soon reached the river as well, where we joined Taylor in having a refreshing paddle. Taylor, as young lads do, wanted to go the whole hog, and succeeded in convincing his dad that he be allowed to have a swim.
We arranged to meet up again at in a short while at the Zion Lodge, where we had a snack. The hike had built up my appetite, and despite the provisions I had eaten on the top of the peak, I was now ready to eat my very first beef burger of my trip. For the last few days all I had eaten was porridge for breakfast and had no appetite for anything else for the day; today I was ravenous. Doug was exceedingly kind and hospitable and treated me to my snack.
But the time had come to go our separate ways. Doug and Taylor were about to head across to Boulder, and I was returning to camp. We shook hands and I gave Doug my web address, and they were gone. I had enjoyed their company on the hike; it made all the difference hiking as a group. I hoped the rest of their trip went well.
A Long Way Down to Catch the Bus |
I got chatting to a woman who had decided to do likewise, and she was in seventh heaven too. She hailed from Seattle, and had driven to Oregon to pick up her sister for an intended break in Idaho. However, as in most northern states, it too had suffered a recurrence of winter storms in spring, and many places were still not open, so they had decided to first visit the Grand Staircase and then come down to Zion instead. Her sister joined the happy throng and we all just chilled out in the water. Once I was sufficiently cooled down, I said my farewells and went off to get changed.
My Substitute Shower |
I retired to the van, whacked from the days exertions but pleased I had got my fitness and appetite back. There was a 20% chance of rain tomorrow, but I might have welcomed rain; it would be rather novel.