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    So we’re on this road…

    April 23, 2009 // No Comments »

         Yep, many good stories start with “so…” and go from there.  This is a short story with the typical twists of a trip gone awry.  My friend Jim came out to visit for a week at the beginning of April.  We had planned to spend almost every day in a canyon or getting into some kind of situation to test ourselves in.  Mother nature has a way of adding “challenges” to our well laid plans as well and we always looked forward to seeing how we fare.  The first one came by way of appendicitis in the wee morning hours about a week before Jim was to come out.  The appendicitis was for Jim – had it been for me it would have needed to occur on an undocumented second appendix as mine was removed over twenty years ago.

         This little hiccup caused much concern over what we would be the nature of our mischief over the course of his stay here in the lovely state of AZ – that I would like to take a moment to point out is where Jim USED to live before he banished himself to the cursed land of gray skies and mosquitoes that is known as Michigan (even though his reasons were noble).  I never really learned what the word Michigan means but I like to think it is an old Indian word for misery.  Since “Michigan” sounds better than “Misery” they just never bothered to translate it before they made it a state.  We would have to wait and see what Jim was up to doing when he got here.  As it turned out, his threshold for pain approaches mine.  This combined with a stubborn streak that wouldn’t let him waste his time here sitting on the sofa set the wheels in motion for a nice trip to explore a couple of (hopefully) unexplored canyons north of the Tonto Basin area of the Tonto National Forest.  Plans were made, e-mails sent, maps printed and we were off.  There were four of us on this little expedition and spirits were high as we began our trip.  They wouldn’t necessarily end that way…

         Our idealism got the best of us as we decided to take the direct route and actually expected to drive to where the map showed the best place to get out and hike to the drop in of our much anticipated canyons.  Mr. Murphy of Murphy’s law is often my un-invited copilot and today he had mother Nature on speed dial as well.  We drove 3/4 of the way up a mountain and were stopped cold – literally – by a snowbank in the middle of the road.  What the F@#*!?!  This IS Arizona after all – and no where near Flagstaff.  We were a bit ruffled but unphased as we determined a back way to check the canyons we wanted to see by taking a little used road we had passed on the way in.  So what if it is dirt , unimproved and unpatrolled.  I mean, how bad could it be, right?

         Funny you should ask… We back track 40 plus miles to get to this road and make our turn onto what at fist looked like a very well maintained forestry road.  Woohoo – we’re in business!!!  This road has plenty of twists and turns as many of the backroads in Arizona do.  Like the others, this road follows the contours of the countless ridges and washes that make up much of the landscape of the Sonoran desert.  We travel roughly fifteen miles before we read a sign wich indicated the road ahead is not maintained – travel at your own risk.  Eh – so far so good – we’ll just go a little further…  Well the road gets pretty rough from here.  We needed about five more miles before we would be close enough to the bottom of our canyon destinations to get out and get a good look at what we might be dealing with.  Wind and rain had washed much of the soil away and left a road made up mostly of large rocks and boulders with the occasional washed out road just to keep you from getting too comfortable.  Mr. Murphy was loving it – my other passengers… not so much…

         We passed a few ranches – amazed to see people living out here.  We quietly wondered if they knew the Civil War was over…  Then we came upon our first disappointment.  We found the drainage from the first canyon we wanted to explore and there was some kind of Branch Davidian like compound there nestled quietly – and well away from the prying eyes of humanity.  All it was missing were the machine gun turrets and I’m not entirely sure they weren’t just well camoflaged.  We would have to continue on as we did not want to test the threats made on the No Trespassing signs.  I am quite certain if I had a bullhorn and a pack of firecrackers we could have had their COMPLETE and undivided attention – right up until the time they began to realize the neither the F.B.I. nor the A.T.F travel in a single yellow Nissan Xterra.  Fortunately for all concerned, my supplies did not facilitate my sense of humor. 

         In a scary twist, just as we were trying our best to be stealthy and pass by with out gaining unwanted attention, we came to a place where a CARDBOARD detour sign had been placed in the road pointing toward the happy little compound.  Faces blanched, blood ran cold, and knees rattled but we tempted fate and proceeded to check it out.  Suddenly I had visions from the movie “The hills have eyes” and I began to lose all enthusiasm for our adventure.  Fortunately for all concerned the sign was placed by a good sumaritan to help us avoid a damaged portion of the road where it crossed a creek.  This was especially important for me as I quickly realized that due to an old leg injury, I was the slowest one in the car.  How did that old saying go…? “You don’t have to be faster than the bear (or the mutant canibal with the butcher’s knife) – just faster than the guy next to you.”  Little did my companions realize that I am not above a quick whack to slow them down and facilitate my escape.  If we all survived I would apologize then.  If not – better them than me…  No victim – no crime.

         About a half mile past this little playground we decided to stop and check out our surroundings.  I decided to go a bit further on foot to see if the road could possibly get any worse without either disappearing altogether or travelling through the nest of a T-rex.  I was quickly joined by Scot, leaving Brandon to rehaydrate and Jim to try to figure out how to get his intestines back into his abdomen through his incisions.  Fortunately he had a plastic spoon and some climbing tape…

         As we were walking, I was pondering the sign we had passed and the precise definition of Unmaintained road.  Unmaintained since when – World War 2!?!  I was having difficulty even walking this road at times when something funny happened – we found a sign.  The fact we found a sign in and of itself wasn’t funny.  What was funny is this was a very nice expensive sign placed there by the Forestry service indicating that we were in the area of some Indian ruins.  It went on to say they think the Indians left around 300 years ago and they don’t know why.  I know why, it’s because they couldn’t build a F@#*ing road to get into or out of this place!  Not really but the thought did amuse me for a minute.  So first they put up a sign several miles back that would imply “Hey dumb a$$, don’t go any further because if you do and you get stuck no one will find your sun bleached bones for decades”.  Then we find a second sign that seemed to indicate to me “Well you might be F@#*ed, but hey – check out some Indian ruins before you die!  They couldn’t make it here either!?”.  Curious…

         So Scot and I turned back at this point to return to the vehicle and continue on.  Just past the sign we found a nice shady place near a barely flowing creek where we could sit and enjoy a snack and plan our next move.  This would be significant as we would come to find out.  As Scot and I get back to the vehicle, we realize Jim and Brandon were not there.  Either Jim had successfully re-installed his intestines and was off with Brandon exploring, or Brandon was disposing of incriminating evidence and offering Jims body to the locals as a peace offering and helping us to secure safe passage.  Turns out it was the former – much to my relief. 

         We opened the back hatch on the Xterra and started to get some water when we heard a strange buzzing noise that was rapidly getting louder.  Scot and I glanced at each other and simultaneously looked past the front of the vehicle where we were both amazed and terrified to see a hug swarm of bees “migrating” over the top of us.  I learned later that bees often do this and it is called “swarming”.  It happens when the colony gets too big or for a number of other reasons.  I wasn’t particularly scared at the moment.  I was fascinated by the sheer size of it and how you couldn’t see through it.  It was huge and moved with a certain grace – like watching a flock of sparrows or fish move together.  I counted about ten seconds for it to pass completely but realized only after they had passed that I had stopped breathing.  Judging by the color of Scot’s face I don’t think I was the only one.  I breifly entertained a certain satisfaction in knowing that me being slower didn’t matter in this case as we would be equally screwed – with the exception that I was the one with the keys to the car…  I watched them pass over the hillside and around a small ridge before I lost track of them completely.  I didn’t really feel like I was in danger but I did think I saw them communicating with each other by flashing gang signs.  Scot was sure we had just cheated certain death and vowed to buy a lottery ticket that night.

         Shortly after, Brandon and Jim came down off of a ridge they were exploring – oblivious to our most recent near death experience.  We piled into the SUV and after a few minutes of driving, were all marvelling at the out of place sign next to the road and pondering just how many of our tax dollars it took to place it there.  Soon after, we were at the shady place with the creek.  This place was a desert sanctuary with tall trees, grass, a shallow gently flowing stream, and lots of shade.  We hopped out and read some “No littering” signs that were once again, strangely out of place.  We would have been less surprised to find human remains and a long badly written last will and testament.  There were more vehicle tracks than I had anticipated finding though.  There was some evidence of campers there recently too – unless it was a trick by the locals to lull us into a false sense of security before they…   Never mind.  As I’m munching on my Powerbar and once again pondering my place on the foodchain, I walk to the creek crossing to check it out.  It has erroded into the soil pretty well but it is not deep and has obviously been crossed many imes.  Both banks are fairly steep and the far one from where I am standing has a lot of slick rock and ruts on the otherside.  How bad could it be?

         I hand Jim my camera and tell him to get some pictures as I cross.  Mr. Murphy had other plans.  I throw it in gear and plow through the water, hit the other side and stop – cold.  The ruts are too large and the rocks are too slick.  I throw it into reverse and try to back out the way I came.  Nope.  Too steep.  We spent the next two hours building and testing and building and testing various ramps made from rock, dirt, and river debris before we finally got out of there.  My three companions angrily voted that I would be the first on the menu should we be stranded there for more than four hours and the need to resort to cannibalism should be their only option for survival.  That was the good news.  The bad news was that we were now comitted to continuing to where the map showed this road connecting back with the main road about 25 miles further.  Bummer.  We decided to explore on foot a bit and stretch our legs to see what we could find.  Scot found a really cool waterfall and Jim found a particularly vicious form of poison ivy that does a good impression of flesh eating disease.  I guess we know now what happened to the Indians…  They were both just lucky I guess.  I stuck aroung the truck and checked it for damage and prepared for part 2 of our trip.

         Once we underway we spent another 5 hours banging jolting and jumping around before we finally found our way back onto pavement.  All of us had stiff necks and sore muscles from our excursion into the unknown.  the climbing tape held and Jim’s intestines remained intact – mostly.  To top it all off, we missed the second drainage we wanted to check out but did find the third which looks promising.  None of us were too inclined to return at the time.  Jim spent the next two days recovering from this ordeal but we did get back out to run a couple more canyons before he left.  All in all it was a good adventure filled with obstacles an overcoming them.  It was also a reminder that you never really know what you’re getting into so it is best to always be prepared (even though we weren’t).

         I’ll be back this summer when there is less chance of snow to explore those canyons and plan a way out.  Scot and Brandon will likely be with me and Jim will be anxiously awaiting photos.  I relish these times.  They can’t happen often enough.  I’ve heard it said before that life is remembered in moments.  Our minds don’t remember entire days just impressions and highlights.  Days like this are filled with highlights that make them memorable for years to come.  I hope you have yours as I’ve had mine.

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    Salome Jug

    April 9, 2009 // 2 Comments »

    Salome Jug is a canyon in Arizona located approximately 35 miles south of Payson and 100 miles or so northeast of Mesa. It’s a technical canyon with only 1 rappel but a lot of sketchy downclimbs. My friend Jim and I decided to run this canyon on Monday the 6th of April.

    Although the temperature would climb to around 85 degrees, we planned to hit the trailhead at around 1:30 or 2:00 p.m. The approach/exit trail to Salome is about two miles long and is downhill on the way in. Since the exit trail from the canyon comes out and reconnects with the approach trail, this makes the majority of the approach trail also the exit trail. The altitude gain is not especially aggressive and the switchbacks are relatively gentle so the climb out is not unbearable, but I prefer to do it near or after dark so I can avoid hiking uphill in the sunlight.  Being in the desert, the trail is fully exposed to the sun and is rocky so care must be taken to prevent dehydration as well as rolling an ankle on the approach/exit trail.


    The day looked great as we pulled up to the trailhead. We were right on schedule and looking forward to a great day of fun in the water. Our only detour was a quick stop for a cheap outdoor camera (disposable) and we made up our time easily on the 100 mile drive from Gilbert where we live. After a brief moment to gear up and apply some sunblock, we were off on our march. The mood was fantastic and jokes (usually bad ones) were plenty as we began our trip to the canyon. We were all hoping for good water levels as this canyon is at its best when the water flows. It is almost always wet and you will be in the water the whole way through – with the exception of some boulder hopping. Low water means stagnation and lots of slime so timing with this canyon is important. Spring time is safest because the water levels are a bit more predictable but you will need a wetsuit if you run it before May. There is a place on the dirt road that leads to the canyon where the water crosses over it. You can usually tell the condition of the canyon by how much water is over the road. If it is flowing over the road at a trickle, it will be clear but low. The ideal is about four inches of water flowing over the road. This usually means the water will be clear and flowing down the slides with good volume through the falls. Water on either side of the road with no flow means stagnant slimy water.
    Needless to say we were sweating heavily by the time we reached the entry of the canyon. After a run in with an angry prickly pear (it won), I hit the water. The conditions were great. The water was warm and just a touch lower than optimal, but the canyon had been cleared of the slime and debris that tends to accumulate there over the course of the long hot summers. After a few minutes of cooling off, we began our trip through Salome Canyon.

    The canyon starts out wide and shallow. It is all pink granite flecked with copper that is decorated sporadically with large slate gray boulders as well as sedimentary boulders washed down from somewhere upstream. This is still my favorite canyon from the shear beauty of it. Anyone who has seen the pictures of the slot canyons of the southwest with their beautifully carved sandstone walls can appreciate the spectacular sight of very similar shaped smooth granite. The granite of this canyon was uncovered by the waters long ago and over the course of thousands and thousands of years, sculpted into what we see today. Completely the opposite of the jagged granite of the San Gabriels, this whole canyon has been carved by water and the debris it has carried.

    Jim takes his anual shower...

    Jim takes his anuual shower…

    As we traveled deeper into the canyon, the walls began to become gradually closer and the canyon deeper. This seemed to cause the water to carve out many interconnected mini “chambers” where eddies must have formed. Although the walls never really come closer than about eight feet from one another, they are high enough to really make you feel small. We stopped for food just upstream of where a large column of granite has broken away from the wall and formed a doorway beneath it that you must cross under to continue. Although not much of a squeeze as the height of the opening is around fourteen feet, it is still a cool feature of the canyon that will be remembered and talked about on the trail back.

    Watch for falling rocks

    Watch for falling rocks

    The holes of water start to get deeper around half way through. There is a lot of scrambling to find the best way through some pretty tricky areas. Patience and assistance are the key for safe passage.  The granite can be slick so don’t underestimate it. There are two really good slides in this canyon if the water is flowing. They are not especially tall or long but they are a lot of fun as they dump into small pools of water. One of them was only partially wet and needed us to bail water into it. As the holes get deeper, the swims become longer. I usually place a couple of empty water bottles in my pack to help with floatation. This turns a swim into a leisurely cruise and allows more time to admire the canyon. Following this advice, we took our time and were relaxed as well as comfortable during our swims.

    A great slide in Salome

    A great slide in Salome

    We reached the rappel down the water fall at around 6:30 after taking our time through the canyon. There are two bolted locations here where anchors can be built. The first is to canyon right at a height of about eight feet just over a ledge. There are three anchors here including two expansion bolt style and one glue-in eye bolt style.  Don’t use these without inspecting them carefully. These anchors are often beat flat after a good storm from the debris carried down by the flood waters.  Be prepared to shuffle across the ledge to the more exposed anchors further out. The first anchor station allows you to descend the waterfall itself which is the narrowest part of the canyon and can be a bit of a squeeze.  If water levels are up, the the force of the water can easily push your feet out from under you and put you in a jam so avoid this rappel during times of good flow. The other location requires you to climb a ledge out about fifteen feet where there are more expansion bolt style anchors that offer the opportunity to rappel straight down through a brief free hang before landing on a shallow – and narrow – ledge in the water below the falls.

    Going off the second rappel station

    Going off the second rappel station

    We took the time to replace the webbing at the first anchor as we didn’t know how long it had been there and proceeded to line up for the rappel. We wasted no time as it was beginning to get dark and we wanted to be on the exit trail before the sun fully set – for no other reason than our headlamps would attract hundreds of flying bugs.

    After the rappel we began the longest of the swims which begins in the legendary Jug. This is the feature the canyon is named for. The water has carved out a large chamber from the bottom up forming a granite “Jug” with a relatively narrow exit. This is truly something worth seeing and I would be proud to take anyone interested at any time to go through it. After exiting the Jug, the swim continues to a rocky shoal where you will climb out of the water just long enough for your pack to drain before scrambling over more boulders to re-enter the water for the final swim to dry land and the exit trail.

    The waterfall that empties into the legendary Jug

    The waterfall that empties into the legendary Jug

    The hike out was a nice one. The air was hot but the wet clothes kept us cool until we reached the car. The sun had just set when we left the water and the half moon was high during our exit. The road home was long and the excited chatter slowly gave way to tired satisfied silence. After returning home I quietly gave thanks to whatever powers that be for a great day with a great friend in a truly epic setting. Days like these aren’t as common as they should be. I guess that makes the time that much sweeter. I wouldn’t trade a day like this for anything.

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