The first morning brought blissful snow (not bad for Memorial Day in southern Utah)
and intermittent rains throughout the hike on some lesser-known BLM lands outside of Capitol Reef National Park, where Isaac and Jonas found a horse.
As you know from past entries, Torrey is also a prime beer porn shooting location, and it was so especially this time because Evan had picked up a bucket of Funkwerks in Fort Collins (yes, I'm a partial owner of a brewery now, but hey, there's room for more than one).
fantastic Dutch rye I brought back from Amsterdam).
Day 2 brought a sweet drive over Boulder Mountain
and down toward Escalante National Monument.
Say what you want about the Clintons, but protecting Escalante was absolutely brilliant. It's an incredibly massive, and simply incredible, area.
These guys rarely hug.
The top of this mesa was literally filled with discarded arrowhead-making stones, but we didn't find any actual arrowheads this time around.
After leaving our incredibly sweet house in Torrey
we took the spectacular drive by the back side of Zion and through the southern part of Escalante, which included a stop at this place. Why should we be surprised that a Dutch guy retired to remote canyon country and opened a bakery? And that he pretends to be German? Still searching for the real thing ...
Ferrero Rocher chocolate)
that bore an uncanny resemblance to the spaghetti ice we miss so much from Germany.
Then we arrived here
and met Dad and Laura 30 miles south of GCNP. We stayed in an off-grid "eco-cabin" powered (in theory) by solar power, but that rainy spell didn't help much, and neither did the likely energy hogs who were there before us, so we spent a lot of time firing up the gasoline generator to power the eco-cabin. I'm also not sure how ecologically sound a cabin is in the middle of water- and taxpayer-sucking cattle lands. Look, I really don't mind losing power that much, but when it happens just before literally the most important pitch in the movie Million Dollar Arm, that's a problem. And if you're 30 minutes from food, a microwave really comes in handy. The place did have nice views of the peaks near Flagstaff, though.
and reminiscent of crowded Croatian National Parks? Also, true.
It was good to see Dad relax and not always look so agitated.
Grand Canyon Brewing Company.
Some people get into Williams, Arizona and Route 66/Americana nostalgia, but I found these destinations much more exciting.
We didn't have a chance to hike down into the canyon (alas, in the Golden Era I might have been up for running rim to rim to rim), so it's a good thing Grandview, pictured in the second shot, is basically behind our house up City Creek Canyon. Brian and John and I got our long-hike fix here a couple days ago.
I think it's going to be a good summer.