Regular blog readers will recall my recent adventures with hubby* around Arizona and Utah. I posted most days, using pretty average photos taken on my phone.
My hubby is an incredibly talented photographer who has finally curated down to his preferred 20 or so pictures from our trip. His photos are so much better than mine that they deserve their own post. For those of you who are on the fence about visiting, let’s see if these photos can persuade you.
Thanks to hubby for sharing!
BUCKSKIN GULCH, VERMILLION CLIFFS
WHITE POCKET, VERMILLION CLIFFS
arches national park
* note hubby does have a name. However he is extremely anti social media and anything remotely resembling attention. So I have agreed to only ever refer to him on this blog as hubby to keep him firmly under the radar.
It is damn disconcerting to be woken up at 10pm, and then midnight, and then 3am to the sound of huge rockslides tumbling down the cliffs when you are sleeping in a flimsy tent in a rocky canyon. I contemplated getting up and hiking out but the fear of meeting the Bears was enough to keep me in my tent. I crossed my fingers that Eric’s tent next door would slow the rocks down if they came our way.
When light finally came it was another sunny morning, and I got up when it was warm enough to leave the tent to unbury my food and cook breakfast (I miss non bear country where you can cook breakfast in bed).
And then I wandered down the canyon to the valley and the String and Jenny Lakes. Both are lovely, but are on flat paths full of unfit day trippers many who asked how much further they had to walk to the viewpoint (not far!)
After a few miles of flatness I headed up the steep slope from the Lupine trail head to Surprise and Ampitheatre lakes at 3000m to get some stunning views of the Tetons from the east side. The highlight of the day was overtaking several groups of twenty something day hikers with small packs, while I am lugging a full 12kg (damn bear canister).
The lakes were lovely so I had a late lunch and chatted with some locals. This was my official destination for tonight but it was too early to stop so I decided to risk getting in trouble with the Rangers and hike onwards a to Bradley lake to chop off some mileage from tomorrow and to sleep at a lower altitude.
I was stopped in my tracks by this sign…..
After I while I realised that the English translation was “path open provided you are willing and able to ford a river”. Ok then. But I will save the river to the morning as the camp site is just before the river.
Have chowed down on a big dinner, eating most of the food I have left as am hungry and feeling a bit crap. Partly from the altitude and partly from too much sun (managed to leave hat and sunscreen behind as thought it would be cold, not so!)
6.40 pm and in my tent ready to snore, hoping no one shows up to kick me off the site given I don’t have a reservation
Last day tomorrow, which is probably just as well as my armpits are offending me, and what I thought was gas leaking from my cooking canister was actually my socks! Thank goodness I hike solo!
From Holly Lake to Bradley Lake via Surprise and Ampitheatre Lakes