Okay, so I'm going to rewind a bit and blog about the Narrows, because I think it's probably the coolest thing I've ever done. And the hardest, it's def. the hardest thing I've ever done.
So, this summer Jeff and I had the chance to take three days and head down the southiest of southern Utah to a little place called Zion's National Park. Zion's is home to a lot of really fun vacation things; restaurants, historic trails, and most of all hikes. Zion's is pretty well known for two hikes. One of them is called Angel's Landing, and the other is the Narrows.
The Narrows is a 16 mile top-down hike that leads you off any beaten path down into what's apparently the "Grandfather" of slot canyons (meaning you have two canyon walls ranging about a couple hundred feet up on each side of you and the only way to go is forward or backward.) through the virgin river and into the park. This is not a hike for the inexperienced (aka ME, not sure WHY I let the hubs talk me into this!) and it's seriously a strenuous experience.
So, what you do is you pay some guy in a van fifty dollars per person to take you up to the top of the Narrows, which the only road is a ridiculously scary unpaved death trap that apparently shuttle vans lose wheels on and are sometimes forced to stop mid way and turn around, yikes! So he takes a group of you, in our case five, up to the top of the narrows and wishes you well as you begin your descent into the slot canyon. The first little bit is easy enough, just pasture and some light water trail... but around mile four or five things get tricky. The virgin river widens up and you're forced to walk in the river the majority of the time. It really makes you grateful for watershoes, walking sticks, and camelbaks. Seriously, the only way I can think to describe it is that it's like walking on slippery bowling balls. Without that walking stick we would have been toast. River hiking is a whole new brand of hiking, too. It's way more strenuous than I'd expected because you're always fighting the current, which can get really strong for a lot of the hike.
So by about nine miles in you're surrounded by stunning gorgeous canyon walls that go up as far as you can see, totally blocking the sky in some parts, and you're walking in the river. But it gets better. Most of the time you're hiking either in the middle of the river or on the small banks or shallow parts, but some lucky parts get so
deep that you have NO bank on either side of you. That's right, you have to
SWIM through the canyon until you hit a spot where you can walk again. The walls are so narrow that you can hold out your walking stick (which is roughly 4.5-5 feet long) and touch each side of the canyon with it. It's surreal how utterly secluded and engulfed you are in this canyon. The fun parts also come in the form of trying to figure out which way to hike around rock formations, ect and sometimes realizing the only way is to jump off of the rock you're on and swim down the river.
It's rigorous, it's tiring, it makes for a grumpy grumpy angry wife (by the time you hit mile 11 anyway) but man, is it gorgeous! At one point you're just hiking along, and BAM! You're standing on top of a huge waterfall. I mean standing on top of it, and then you have to climb through a rock and down to get to the bottom and it's breath taking. I won't lie, by mile 11 I was done. I was basically begging Jeff to leave me for the wolves (luckily he didn't!) and I'm sure by mile 12 he wanted to. He's a trooper for even putting up with me from mile 11-16. :)
And when you get to mile 16 you're so pumped you feel on top of the world. Then, after you drive home and realize every single muscle in your body is completely pulsating with pain, you're down and hour for a solid 24 hours. Let's just say I soon became addicted to Epsom salt. We started the hike at 8 am and finished at 9 pm, drove home (which is about five hours) and passed out until the next night. And when we woke up, we ate everything in sight. It took me a solid two weeks to walk normally again.
It's probably my proudest moment. I felt like when we got home everyone should just know that we made it through the narrows, which is silly of course, but I was.. is.. one proud lady! For someone who SUCKS at hiking, I hiked the narrows! Best experience of the summer, hands down.
I feel like that's legendary, so here are some pictures.
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| This is us at six am, totally exhausted from lack of sleep. About to hike 16 miles. Smart, right? |
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| At the top of the Narrows, so pain free! |
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| Things are starting to get Narrow. |
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| Totally sideways, but it's getting very narrow. |
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| The water is getting deeper! |
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| Right after this picture, we had to take a swim for a bit.. |
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| Gorgeous spots like this all along the canyon. |
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The victory picture just before all of the pain sets in. It was victorious.
Like I said, very painful but totally worth it. :)
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