I had been hoping to see some sunshine in Moab last weekend but alas, it was not quite to be. Saturday turned out cloudier than it had been forecasted to be, while Sunday turned out a wee bit less cloudy than we expected. It never rained so I was grateful for that, at least.
Heading up the wash
H and Milton leading the way
It was slow going, trying to find the best/safest route, both for us and for Milton. If it had just been us humans, we could have easily scrambled over the boulders and gotten to the very head of the canyon, where sheer cliffs rise up to the mesa rim. But Milton couldn't get traction in some places, and in others we worried that he'd just launch himself off something and land wrong - we didn't want to risk him getting hurt. So we picked our way up the steep grassy side walls until we could see the end of the canyon and then retraced our steps. There was no one in there but us and the canyon wrens, trilling their lovely, cascading songs as we clambered over rocks and under twisted cottonwood trunks.
King of all he surveys
Our GPS lost the satellite on the way out: we
most certainly did not go straight up the cliff walls!
But you can see how much route finding we had to do
Hike stats: 3.3 miles; moving time 1:30 / 2.2 m.p.h; overall time 2;23 / 1.4 m.p.h. (slow! with all the route-finding); 650' elevation
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