Thursday, January 31, 2008

Day 2 - Soap Creek to North Canyon (Miles 11 - 20)

Woke up early for a little hike up Soap Creek. The creek was frozen solid.



Soap Creek Camp.



Good spirits on Day 2. Loading the boats.



Jason. Jesus rays.



Sun was out and after yesterday's rush and nerves we finally can relax and enjoy ourselves.










The nightly routine begins to develop: Dinner. Fire. Music. Glow in the Dark Bocce.





Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Day 1 - Lees Ferry to Soap Creek (Mile 0 - 11)

Our first day was a cold one. We had to get used to the big 18' boats and the cold weather. After spending a morning doing an orientation with the NPS ranger, we got on the river around noon and had a short day to Soap Creek.



I have looked down on rafters from that bridge so many times and cursed them for their luck...now, here I am. It sure felt good floating under it this time.





First real rapid of the trip--Badger Creek. The Puma attacks.



Monday, January 28, 2008

Grand Canyon - Day Zero

Wow. Grand Canyon 2008. Here we go...

The First Halfers aka The Chicken Chasers.



Day Zero - Rigging Day.

Loading our gear onto the truck in Flagstaff.



Unloading the gear at Lee's Ferry.



Posing.



Beer.



Posing and beer.



Sunset at Lee's Ferry the night before launch.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Old Dad Mountain. Mojave Desert National Preserve.

Day one of a month-long jaunt through southern California, Nevada, Arizona, and eventually the 225 miles of the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon. First stop--The Mojave.

My campspot in Jackass Canyon.



Coyote Melon. I found many of these growing along the gravelly washes at the base of Old Dad. Apparently the seeds are edible and loaded with protein and other good stuff. I didn't try them.



The destination.



The route up--the summit is the cliff in the top center of the photo. I was reluctant to head up this way, as it didn't seem possible that a route led through that mess. But one did, and although exposed, it was pretty straightforward.



Going up.



On the top.



The summit register and views towards the dry Soda Lake.



The register and my brief entry. I was only the sixth person to sign the register this year.



A couple panoramas from the summit. The first looking south/southeast, the second looking north/northwest.





Views back towards where the truck is parked from the ridge going down.



Fishhook cactus near the summit.



Cholla.



Looking back at Old Dad from the road out, with a Joshua Tree for perspective.