For my birthday I wanted to give myself the gift of time. A gift where I’d execute my own plans and be solo exploring the backcountry.
Just time for myself.
No plans where I had to coordinate with others.
Just what I wanted to do.
Time for myself immersed in the wilderness.
I would exchange the high alpine environment of the New Mexico Sangres for the high desert and red rock of Utah.
A bit of a longer drive, but I needed my outdoor time.
A place where I could hike and backpack. Without any excess red tape, permits or crowds.
I’d explore Utah. I’d go to a place I have not gone before.
I’d go to Dark Canyon.
It would be a loop logistically easy and near a main road. And conveniently located near a national monument for a second part of my trip.
The after work drive went late into the evening. And I made more distance than I originally intended. But I was at the trailhead early enough the following day for a good start.
The descent into the canyon was wonderful.
The walk was pleasant.
Warm but not hot.
I walked along the canyon bottom and soon spotted an Ancient Puebloan dwelling above the canyon.
I clambered above and made my way to the dwelling.
An amazingly well-preserved one. The wood looked to be original. The structure was sound. I was reaching almost a millennia into the past.
I looked over the canyon back to where I was. The feeling? Contentment.
The way was continued to be made along the canyon bottom.
The stress of the work week was purged. Step by step, I was again myself.
The grandeur was not all bold and striking. Much of it was subtle.
But the allure of the striking red rock and the starkness of the terrain can’t be denied.
The day was winding down.
A seep was found. And adequate water was obtained for my camp.
I’d be camping below the red rock and in the sage. Evening was approaching.
A “deluxe” birthday dinner was made. Mac n’ cheese with green chile peppers was perhaps not best meal I’ve ever eaten…
…but the post dinner light show was a perfect birthday present.
Darkness came and I soon fell asleep under the night sky.
The following day I continued to make my way up the canyon.
The canyon widened and a jeep track was joined.
The canyon narrowed and single track was met up with again.
Elevation was gained. Red rock was exchanged for aspen trees.
I decided to push on. The trip was ended in the evening rather than the following morning as originally intended.
I made it back to my vehicle at 8 PM.
A truck bivvy was made. I camped under the stars above.
A remote trip in a scenic area.
I was content. Happy. And satisfied.
And I still had more to see…