Monday, November 13, 2017

Winter comes to the La Sals

A Friday evening phone call informs me I am not needed for a Sunday shift at work. While the extra pay would have been nice, having time for a backpacking trip is most welcome.

This week, along with the loss of evening daylight due to the time change, the weather has shifted abruptly from crisp to downright chilly. Winter has arrived.

Yet the La Sal Mountains, from down here in the Moab valley, appear snow-free. Pink sunsets make the peaks seem warm and inviting. I piece together a route using singletracks and 4WD roads that will take me to through heart of the La Sals and down around the foothills in a broad loop.

I get a later start but for a good reason. Breakfast with someone I've known from the hiking community and finally get to meet in real life. It feels like hanging out with an old friend and lifts my spirits. Then we say goodbye and I drive off alone in another direction.
A turnoff just before the deep ford that is unwise to cross in my low-clearance honda civic becomes my trailhead. I cross the ford on foot and start hiking up the road through ponderosa pine and oak scrub.
The forest gradually gives way to aspen and fir as I climb.
A fenced-in spring is partially iced over, yet a frog is hanging out in the water. Turns out the northern leopard frog, like other aquatic frogs, don't bury themselves in the mud like aquatic turtles but instead hibernate in water. Antifreeze is the key to how they don't freeze.
Northern leopard frog
At higher elevations, there is an icy layer over small flowing streams even at mid-day. So much for turning over rocks to look for mayflies here.
Up a side drainage, I follow faint cairns, wondering if this is a route up Mount Peale. 
A small black bear is sighted crossing the scree field. When will she settle into her den to hibernate for the winter?
I loose the cairned route and decide to backtrack to the main trail to find a better way. One drainage over, the newly constructed Tuk Trail has switchbacks that make the 1.6 miles up to the saddle between Tukuhnikivatz and Mt. Peale a breeze.
Gentle switchbacks and good tread.
The trail gives way to alpine meadow, dormant for the winter. The alpine plants already gone to seed. I hear one pika eeping in the talus slope below. I hope he's got a good stockpile of grass all prepared.
 Here, on the side of the mountain, my heart soars at the feeling of air in my lungs. I gaze at the blue of the sky, watch ravens dancing in the wind below, and wonder at quickly it has changed to downright cold as I climb above 12,000 feet.
Tukuhnikivatz apparently means “The Place where the Sun Sets Last” in the language of the Ute. But this is the dark side, where the winter wind rages and the first snow of the season clings. It is bonechillingly cold up here.
Long before this slippery talus slope, I've told myself that it doesn't matter if I reach the top. That the joy in climbing up (I've gained 4500 feet on this climb) and the thrill of being in this place are what's important. This is the point where I turn around, about 12,100 feet. There is only one more hour of daylight. I am solo and there is no margin for error. My hands are frozen beyond numb, and are worthless for scrambling. Oh how I wish I had antifreeze in my fingertips.

As I descend, I soak in the views and daydream about what it would like to follow this ridge on a warm late summer day when the alpine flowers are blooming and butterflies are hilltopping. I also appreciate the starkness of this season and love seeing how the mountain is preparing for winter.
Looking into canyoncountry, to all the places I've explored and have yet to go. In the other direction, I can see all the way to the Henry's to Sleeping Ute. Past and future, the landscapes that I hope to connect and understand.
Dry grasses illuminated.
Glowing Mt. Peale.
Finally I am glowing too. And grateful for lungs and legs that can take me up here.
In fading light, I try to make it as low as I can to camp.
Night is filled with the magical sounds of bugling elk and spectacular stars.
The next morning, I am grateful to find this so I don't have to dig a hole in the frozen ground.
At the road crossing, I walk up to a group of hunters huddled around a spotting scope. The first people I've seen out here. They let me peer through at the elk I'd been listening to all through the night. Massive, beautiful beasts on the slope above where I'd camped.

I tell them about the bear which sparks their interest. "Weren't you scared sleeping with bears around? Don't you know there are more bears here than anywhere else in Utah?" they ask.

I can't tell for sure but it sort of feels like they think I'm an idiot who doesn't know what I'm doing. But when they ask where I'm originally from I tell them I used to live in Montana and how these bears are tiny compared to grizzles up there. Then I turn and walk away. Back onto singletrack trail where I won't see anyone for the rest of my trip.

Really, I'm glad that the hunters are out here. The truth is that I slept soundly because I know the animals are skittish because there are hunters roaming about (plus I hung all my food and smellables in a tree far from my camp so they wouldn't be interested in me anyway). The bear I saw was in an area far away from trails and roads. These are not habituiated bears (as far as I can tell) and I am grateful for that. It keeps us all safe.

Much further down the mountain, my footsteps startle another creature. A herd of cows on the Pole Canyon Trail hear me coming and start a stampeed down the trail in front of me. I follow in their dust and dung and they rush ahead. We repeat this pattern for (I'm not exaggerating) 20 minutes until they finally veer off trail at a large clearing.
Following behind the cows.
By myself again, I follow the dirt road back to the gravel road back to my car. Grateful for another trip in the lovely La Sals.

5 comments:

  1. Enjoyed your post. Thanks.

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  2. "'Weren't you scared sleeping with bears around?' they ask." Nope. They keep the humans away.

    But maybe that's just me.

    I had a cashier at a supermarket eyeball my purchases one day and ask if I was going camping.

    "I'd be afraid there was some guy hiding behind a tree out there," she said. In Olympic National Park, which covers 922,650 acres, has billions of trees, no street lights, and bears.

    So far we get along just fine, the bears and I. I don't poke them with sticks and they treat me like any other dumb post.

    References: "Dumb ways to die", https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJNR2EpS0jw

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    1. Wow “dumb ways to die” is awesome. Just had a little dance party.

      The bears here seem reasonable. Though I suppose I’d be wary too if I were hauling around a fresh elk carcass. As it is, with my cold ramen and oatmeal, I am just not interesting.

      I did appreciate that the hunters were concerned for my safety and were curious about what there is to be afraid out here. I just wish we could have discussed the REAL scary things. Like: “Aren’t you afraid that your heart is going to be broken if you have to move again, away from these beloved La Sal Mountains?” Or: “How will you not sink into deep depression this winter when the snows cover the La Sals and make these high peaks inaccessible to you, with your sub-par snow-skills and your lack of a 4WD vehicle and with no friends who have jeeps living nearby to take you up to snow-covered trailheads?”

      These are things to keep one awake at night. The impending doom of winter. The inevitable loss that comes with having a seasonal job.

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  3. Oh those silly cows, they sure know how to find you. As my neighbor would say, it's time to embrace the cows. LOL

    We don't understand the hunters anymore than they understand us. I'll never forget the fab meal I was provided by fishermen. Maybe you'll have the same luck someday with the hunters.

    Jealous you got to hear the bugling. LOVE the frog!

    No freezing allowed, you've got more days of hiking ahead.

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    1. Oh cows. I definitely know how to find them. Today at work I happened upon a children’s book called “Thanks to Cows.” Maybe I will try thinking about ice cream every time a cow stands between me and where I want to be or my water source.

      I did have success in connecting with the hunters by talking about the elk. I so love the bugling. I loved seeing the elk through their spotting scope. It was impressive how they picked them out from the hillside from so far away.

      That’s right. Live to hike another day! Because we’ve got another J&J adventure coming up! Woohoo I can hardly wait.

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