{"id":13647,"date":"2021-05-03T12:53:33","date_gmt":"2021-05-03T18:53:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=13647"},"modified":"2021-05-03T20:40:07","modified_gmt":"2021-05-04T02:40:07","slug":"requiem-for-a-special-hat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maxcarmichael.com\/blog\/?p=13647","title":{"rendered":"Requiem for Andy’s Hat"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

The past week had been maddening, and I’d missed my midweek hike. Friday was incredibly stressful and hard on my back, and Saturday I’d barely had a chance to recover. I expected Monday to be another stressful and physically difficult day, so I needed to keep this Sunday’s hike relatively close to home.<\/p>\n

After reviewing my options I decided to revisit the hike I’d unsuccessfully attempted 3 weeks earlier<\/a>, on an abandoned trail into the head of a remote canyon system where there were supposed to be slot canyons, cascades and waterfalls. It featured a high concentration of exposed rock \u2013 cliffs and outcrops hundreds of feet tall \u2013 and some serious backcountry hikers called it the most beautiful part of the entire range.<\/p>\n

There was a late-model Prius at the trailhead, which surprised me, because the road in is long, steep, and rocky \u2013 really hard on street tires. The trailhead log showed a party of 2 had started a five-day backpack yesterday, into the very area I was heading for.<\/p>\n

Temperatures were in the 60s when I started out, and quickly settled into the 70s. The approach to the abandoned trail drops into the mouth of a canyon, follows it upstream for a few miles, then climbs 2,000′ to a saddle overlooking the next canyon. The modest stream was still mostly running, and the spring season was in full force, with brilliant new foliage glowing in the morning sunlight of the canyon bottom and the first riparian wildflowers opening. Unfortunately there was heavy cattle sign in the first couple of miles from the trailhead \u2013 including the biggest cowpies I’d ever seen. Then I encountered the bull. He was resting in the shade of a small meadow beside the trail, and watched me with only mild interest as I walked past.<\/p>\n

The climb to the saddle always seems harder than I remember, varying between 15% and 30% grades. GPS on this section of trail shows 4 miles, but ignores the dozens of S-curves in the canyon, so I rate the actual distance at 5 miles \u2013 it takes longer than most 5-mile hikes I’ve done.<\/p>\n

Finally I topped out at the saddle and could resume the unfinished business of a few weeks ago.<\/p>\n

\"Giant <\/a>
Giant cowpies <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7856\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"IMG_7867\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7870\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Nearing <\/a>
Nearing the traverse out of the first canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7878\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View north from the divide over the next canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I watched the abandoned trail for the footprints of the backpacking party, but didn’t see any at first. Then I began to notice fresh, bright yellow plastic ribbons on trailside branches, in addition to the older, sun-bleached pink ribbons I’d followed before. These backpackers had flagged the trail themselves – hopefully they’d laid out a route I could follow beyond where the pink ribbons ended.<\/p>\n

Now that I knew the trail, it was smooth going until I reached the “needle rock” where I’d bushwhacked off established tread 3 weeks ago. There, the new yellow ribbons followed the same route I’d taken, down and around a couple of outlying ridges, into the final side canyon that led to the bottom of the main canyon.<\/p>\n

From my previous attempt, and a cursory glance at topo maps, I’d assumed it was an easy bushwhack down this shallow side canyon, with about 350′ of vertical drop. Boy was I wrong.<\/p>\n

The new yellow ribbons ended and were replaced by new pink ribbons, but they didn’t mark out a trail \u2013 they just marked out a “route” \u2013 which led through thorn thickets pretty much straight down a slope that featured not only thorns but cliffs consisting of loose rock and long stretches of loose dirt at the angle of repose, finally reaching the log-and-boulder-choked gully at the low point of the side canyon \u2013 after dropping at least 300 feet and seemingly no closer to the main canyon. I knew this dangerous stretch was going to be super hard to climb on the way back, but once started I was committed.<\/p>\n

The next stretch of descent wasn’t flagged \u2013 or at least not at first. I lost a lot of time scouting for non-existent ribbons, then tried making my way down the congested gully. That only worked for about a hundred feet. Then I had to re-enter the thorn thickets on the slope above.<\/p>\n

Finally, nearing the bottom, I found more pink ribbons \u2013 again, with no trail, and leading directly through dense thorn thickets. Then a hundred feet above the main canyon bottom I entered dark conifer forest atop a section of cliffs and boulders that required some technical down-climbing. After that I came upon the stream, in a bend choked with logs. A cliff towered above, and I could barely see the entrance to the “slot canyon” a little ways upstream.<\/p>\n

\"New <\/a>
New yellow ribbons join the old pink ones on the abandoned trail <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Track <\/a>
Track of one of the backpackers who preceded me <\/div> <\/div>
\"Newly <\/a>
Newly flagged route down the side canyon – see pink ribbon at right of the end of that long log <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Route <\/a>
Route straight down steep slope of side canyon, with old bear spray those backpackers found <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Pink <\/a>
Pink ribbon beckoning through thorn thicket <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7906\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Happy <\/a>
Happy to be finally nearing bottom <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

This stream was one of the most robust I’d ever seen in these mountains. It drains a huge area of the crest combining two main tributaries, each of which runs for 4-5 miles before reaching this junction. As in the divide hike I’d done a couple weeks ago, it felt incredibly remote, especially after that grueling hike down the side canyon, which had turned out to be twice as deep as I’d expected.<\/p>\n

After all that hard work, I was already running about an hour later than planned. I should turn back immediately, but this place was really beautiful, especially in the dappled shade of the riparian canopy and those towering cliffs, with all that clear, cold water rushing down from the 10,000′ crest.<\/p>\n

All the maps showed 4 trails converging here, but none of them had survived the 2012 wildfire. I tried scouting up the opposite bank but found nothing. So I started picking my way upstream using rocks as stepping-stones. Eventually I spotted a game trail on the opposite side that seemed to lead toward the “slot” canyon. I entered it \u2013 nearly as big as the main stream \u2013 and picked my way through thorn thickets and over stepping stones until I reached an overhanging cliff where I knew I’d have to turn back. I figured at this point I wouldn’t get home until dark, and would end up with a late dinner, quick shower, and bed.<\/p>\n

\"Looking <\/a>
Looking upstream in the main creek <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Cliff <\/a>
Cliff and talus slope above creek <\/div> <\/div>
\"Standing <\/a>
Standing in the middle of the big creek <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Entrance <\/a>
Entrance to slot canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7930\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Junction <\/a>
Junction of two big creeks <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Thicket <\/a>
Thicket of thorns I had to cross to get to slot canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

But the bushwhack up the side canyon was probably the most brutal hike I’ve ever done. Overhanging brush kept pushing me back, thorns kept grabbing me, hidden branches kept tripping me, and I often slipped backward trying to climb steep slopes of loose dirt. It took me an hour and a half to go less than half a mile, and at the saddle where I rejoined the actual trail, I was essentially out of water and still had over 6 miles to go, including a climb of almost a thousand feet. I’d brought 3 liters of water as usual in warm weather, plus electrolyte supplement that was supposed to triple the hydration, and the temperature was still only in the 70s. Yikes!<\/p>\n

\"Route <\/a>
Route back up side canyon is through thickets like this <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View back into head of canyon system, with slot canyon just left of center <\/div> <\/div>
\"Climbing <\/a>
Climbing a cliff of loose rock <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"View <\/a>
View back toward the opposite slope of side canyon. Not feeling very good at this point. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Final <\/a>
Final view back toward head of canyon system <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Dehydrated from the climb, I had only enough water for the 2 doses of electrolytes in my pack. During the 2 miles of ascent to the divide saddle, I rationed the first dose of enhanced water, and was really thirsty by the time I reached that saddle. But at least I knew that after a mile of descending the steep trail into the next canyon, there would be a running stream.<\/p>\n

\"Another <\/a>
Another view toward head of canyon system from farther up the trail to divide <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Patch <\/a>
Patch of forest that burned in a fire I discovered last fall from a nearby hike <\/div> <\/div>
\"IMG_7959\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Cool <\/a>
Cool rock outcrop with shadow of pine tree <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

I raced down the trail, and as soon as I reached the stream I filled my water bottle, and dug the SteriPen ultraviolet water purifier from my pack. I hadn’t used it for years, but I kept the batteries separate and they were still good. After a few minutes of stirring I had a liter of drinking water.<\/p>\n

I drank it slowly to keep from getting sick. A mile down the trail I added the second dose of electrolytes. But I was still dehydrated. I realized that as hard as I’d had to work in that steep bushwhack, I’d end the day having needed almost 6 liters of water. Fortunately I’d brought an extra bottle in the vehicle for the drive home.<\/p>\n

2-1\/2 miles before the trailhead the cramps hit, in both thighs. I was immobilized with pain for about 5 minutes, then was able to continue stiff-legged until it mostly faded. The canyon was now dark, with only a rim of gold on the highest ridges.<\/p>\n

I encountered the bull again, grazing only a couple feet off the trail. I tried to shoo him away but he just stared, so I walked right past him.<\/p>\n

After another half mile the cramps hit again, just as I needed to cross a precarious washout at a narrow talus slope. Raising a leg to climb is what triggers these cramps, and that was the move I needed to cross the washout. I ended up stuck there on loose rock, with certain injury if I froze and slipped. I managed to lever myself up with my arms, but then collapsed in pain on the other side.<\/p>\n

Finally I got moving again and gradually loosened up. I’d experienced some strong wind gusts at midday, and amazingly, I encountered three big trees that had blown down across the trail while I was hiking in and out of that other canyon: a maple, ponderosa pine, and alligator juniper. The sun was setting as I climbed out of the canyon toward the trailhead, and a large flock of swallows swooped overhead in the dusk, harvesting insects.<\/p>\n

I reached the vehicle and drank all the water there. I figured I’d walked at least 14 miles and climbed a total of over 4,200′, which on trails would be a routine 6-7 hour hike. But because of that bushwhacking it’d taken me almost 10 hours. This was one of the hardest hikes of my entire life, and one I was not likely to try again, even as a backpack. At least until I forget how bad it was….<\/p>\n

\"Big <\/a>
Big maple tree that blew down today while I was hiking up canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Big <\/a>
Big ponderosa that just blew down <\/div> <\/div>
\"Big <\/a>
Big alligator juniper that just blew down <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Javalina <\/a>
Javalina crossing the highway in evening <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

While unpacking at the vehicle, I discovered I’d lost my hat in the final climb out of the canyon to the trailhead. In recent years I’d taken to wearing a bandanna under it to protect it from sweat, but with the bandanna on it was harder to tell whether the hat was actually on my head.<\/p>\n

That hat has been precious to me for 35 years, but I felt just about dead and there was no way I was going back. The hat was pretty much worn out anyway. I often wondered who would go first, me or the hat.<\/p>\n

It was made in West Africa, and I inherited it in 1985 from Katie, who inherited it from her friend Andy, a filmmaker in Los Angeles. Having lost most its natural oils, it was stiff and tight, and the brim had to be moistened before wearing, in order to fit on my head. I went for years without wearing it, but kept going back to it, treasuring it more and more as I shared more history with it. Where will I find a replacement?<\/p>\n

\"1985: <\/a>
1985: First photo of me in Andy’s hat, in the Mojave Desert <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"1987: <\/a>
1987: Wearing the hat in the canyons of southeast Utah <\/div> <\/div>
\"1990: <\/a>
1990: Wearing the hat on my aboriginal skills course in southeast Utah <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"1991: <\/a>
1991: Working to eradicate invasive tamarisk in the desert with Katie <\/div> <\/div>
\"1993: <\/a>
1993: Working to eradicate tamarisk with friend Michael <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"2007: <\/a>
2007: After a long hiatus, wearing the hat in the desert with new friends <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"2016: <\/a>
2016: In one of my favorite desert spots <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"2016: <\/a>
2016: Portrait of the hat, on my first hike to a special place in the desert <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"2016: <\/a>
2016: On the edge of the Lost Plateau, in southern Nevada <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"2017: <\/a>
2017: Discovering petroglyphs in a remote canyon <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"2018: <\/a>
2018: Hiking a burn scar in Arizona’s White Mountains <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"2018: <\/a>
2018: Near the top of Arizona’s White Mountains <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"2018: <\/a>
2018: High above a canyon in southeast Utah <\/div> <\/div>
\"2018: <\/a>
2018: With a friend in the desert <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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