Thursday, June 17, 2010

Michigan Rails to Trails Bike Adventure

June 10-15, 2010 & June 4-6, 2016

Resources – Rails to Trails Web Site - Search for bicycle trails near Reed City Michigan. Good maps. The trail reviews are worth reading.

Overall Plan – Drive to Reed City area, ride the White Pine Trail south and north as far as convenient (2 days), spend the weekend with family at my son Phil’s home in Lake County, have my daughter park my van in Midland, then ride to the Pere Marquette Trail near Highway 10 and ride it all the way to the other end in Midland, MI (2 days, 100 miles).  2016 plan involved 4 "out and back" rides, rather than the 100 mile ride.  I enjoyed the company of my good friend Stan Brown, also from the Detroit area.

Paris to points south – My original plan was to leave Birmingham at about 7AM, arrive in Paris, Michigan at about noon, and ride about 20 miles south and then return to Paris where I would camp. Paris is 10 miles south of Reed City. The campground is right on the White Pine Trail State Park. This must be the longest and narrowest state park in Michigan. None of the other trails had this designation.

Unfortunately, due to problems with one of our cars, I could not leave Birmingham until about 3PM. I arrived in Paris at about 6:30, set up camp and was riding at 7PM. I planned to use just about all the day light available, so I rode south until 8:15 and then rode back. This made it a 23 mile ride. I saw 2 deer, a rabbit, and surprised a raccoon. The trail is paved from Reed City south to Big Rapids ( 3 miles) and then turns to well travelled dirt/gravel. There are a few overlooks of the Muskegon River, lots of woods, and lots of private property. There are several businesses in Big Rapids where one could get something to eat or drink. I arrived back in camp about 20 minutes before it started raining.

2016 - We started in Reed City and rode to the end of pavement which is just south of Big Rapids.  We learned about the river trail and rode the northern two miles.  It is an "out and back", that is, it does not connect to the White Pine Trail at its southern end.  Just north of Big Rapids the trail crosses the Muskegon River on a long wooden bridge.  We took a long break and enjoyed the river sights.  This ride was about 25 miles.

Stan Brown


Reed City to Cadillac – In the morning, I had a double oatmeal and moved the car up to the major trail intersection in Reed City. I headed north on the White Pine Trail with the objective of reaching Cadillac (29 miles), the northern end of the trail, and then returning. The pavement ends almost immediately but the trails are firm, reasonably smooth, and well worn. They are, of course, exceedingly level, since the locomotives needed very modest grades to pull those heavy loads. There is much evidence of grooving out the tops of hills and filling in valleys. I was very appreciative. There are picturesque wetlands now and then but most of the trail has woods on one or both sides.

There are frequent peeks into private property, farm land or back yards. There is occasional “back 40 storage”, where you’ll find all sorts of machines that were probably going to be fixed “one of these days” but those days never came around, so the machines just sit. There are a few “failed” Christmas tree farms, marked by nice neat rows of Blue Spruce that are much too big now to be Christmas trees and were planted too close together for the trees to now be sold for outdoor planting. Someone must have had a dream about 15 years ago, but in the key years, when the trees should have been harvested, the dreamer must have moved on. I saw 8 does and 3 fawns. I was surprised to see a few does separate from their fawns as they ran away from me. I also saw two large turtles preparing to lay eggs and saw a blue heron twice.

The oatmeal wore off by mid morning and I started to dream of eggs and hash browns. I was very happy to find Mr. Pibs, just north of Leroy, MI. There is a sideways “T” sign on the trail indicating a side trail to a restaurant. It is hardly a trail but it takes you into the back of the parking lot of Mr. Pibs. I had eggs and real hash browns. You actually get to choose from 4 kinds of breakfast potatoes! It looked like I picture the Chatterbox Café in Lake Wobegon. The Norwegian bachelor farmers were at a table near the door.

Ashton is on the map before Leroy but I totally missed it on the way north. I don’t know if there is even a café in Ashton. Tustin is the next town north of Leroy. It has a store but I didn’t see a café. By the time I reached Cadillac, I was hungry enough for a BLT which I found at the Blue Heron bakery and café. With extra special grilled bread, nice thick bacon and ripe tomatoes, it was about the best BLT I ever ate.

The forecast included scattered thundershowers in the afternoon, so I thought it best to try to get back to Reed City as soon as possible to perhaps miss the rain. No such luck. It started raining lightly about 5 miles out of Cadillac. I put on my rain jacket and then stopped under the Highway 131 overpass. It stopped raining. I stretched out for a few minutes.

I started riding again, and it started raining again. This time is rained hard and steady. I put my jacket back on and rode until I arrived in Tustin. I took shelter at the museum that is right next to the trail. While at the museum I saw a Lincoln pickup truck driving on the White Pine Trail. It had no official designation. I saw it’s tracks for several miles south of Tustin. I wonder what they were doing on the bike trail? I waited out two rain showers on the museum porch. That was the end of the rain but the change in weather brought in a headwind. No fair, I didn’t have the tail wind in the morning. I little lesson I learned in the morning was that there is a very lightly used paved road parallel to the trail immediately north of Reed City. I took advantage of this for the final 4 miles. It is wide and smooth.

I was surprised at how exhausted I was. I noticed it at Pompeii’s Pizza as I waited for my midget pizza. I must have had 5 glasses of Sprite with that pizza. I drove on up to Phil’s. Google Maps had suggested a route from Phil’s down to the bike trail (US 10) via King’s Highway, so I took that route rather than my usual route. I missed a turn but managed to travel the whole alternate route in the car. I enjoyed Saturday and Sunday with some of my family. We slept a lot, ate well, read and relaxed. I ran 6 miles on Sunday.

2016 - We started in Ashton, avoiding 14 total miles of unpaved trail.  The first 4 miles were unpaved and quite wet and soft, but between mile markers 73 and 74 the pavement begins and continues all the way into Cadillac.  Stan's bike developed an annoying noise which we couldn't diagnose on the trail, so he turned back at about 8 miles.  The weather report indicated that it would be dry with a 40% chance of rain at 1PM but it actually drizzled all day.  There was a 14 MPH cross wind as well.  Stan offered to pick Norm up at any point, but he rode all the way up and back.  We spotted the big turtles again, but only 2 deer.  From Ashton, the trip was 45 miles round trip.

The Adventure Begins60+ miles to Surrey – I had breakfast at Phil’s and headed out. The major road to connect to the trail was King’s Highway. There were literally more deer along the road than cars. 10 does, 1 fawn, only 8 cars. By the time I arrived at the bike trail, I already had done 14 miles. I began riding on the Pere Marquette State Trail at Nirvana. The plant life was knee to thigh deep and there are many sections where there were no tracks in which to ride. The “trail” is rough since no one has packed it down. Phil warned me that the map he had indicated that this was merely abandoned rail road bed used by snow mobiles but little else. From Nirvana to Chase, there is no reason to call this a bike trail at all. I suspect the section from Baldwin to Nirvana is much the same.
2016 note - we did not ride this stretch but a visual check indicates that there is enough trail maintenance that there is no troublesome vegetation.  It is gravel at the point King's Highway crosses the trail.

At Chase, there emerged a pretty clear “two track”. I suspect this was worn in by horse, motor cycle, car or truck traffic, rather than bike traffic. It made riding a little easier. I was able to shift from 4th to 5th gear.

There were three tunnels under side roads so it was evident that someone has spent some funding to improve this trail. Again, I suspect the intended benefactors were snowmobilers and probably not bicyclists.

My first breakfast wore off by the time I finished my first 25 miles at Reed City. I had a very nice breakfast at the Nestle’s Café. Again, I had my choice of potatoes. At Reed City, the trail is paved. It continues to be paved all the way to Everet. This stretch was a wonderful break after the rugged beginning.

I was hoping it was paved all the way to Farwell but alas, after Everet the pavement ends. It turns back to pretty clear “two track”. If I had read the trail reviews I would have known what sections are paved. In this section of “two track” there are several sections which are very soft. They were not exactly wet but I suspect they were quite wet in the spring.

About 2 miles before reaching the community of Lake I encountered large bright orange signs indicating the trail was closed ahead. I could not see any issues but I did not want to ride a couple miles only to find that a bridge was out and I would have to pedal back to that spot. I left the trail and went over to Highway 10. The cars travel at over 60 MPH but traffic was light enough that they could usually give me plenty of room. The shoulder is about 24 inches wide, with another 3 feet of gravel. Within less than a mile the trail was very near Highway 10, so I could observe it to some extent. I soon saw a highway barricade on the trail. It was not near a bridge. At the next opportunity, I took a driveway up to the trail. The trail had been graded but looked ridable. I gave it a try and found it to be no worse and sometimes better than the ungraded trail had been.

There was a proud sign that this had been paid for by the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act of 2009. I was at first happy that some of the stimulus money had been spent 1) in Michigan and 2) on bike trails. I was then a bit upset that they hadn’t finished the job and they were putting cyclists out on the highway while the project just sat idle. I rode on the graded path, around the barricades at every intersection, until I reached pavement again, just west of Farwell. It looked like the pavement might be the result of the ARRA too. The grass along the side looked like it might have been planted last year. I couldn’t be sure.

At Farwell, I left the trail and rode northwest on Highway 115 to get to the Surrey Motel in Surrey, MI. It was only 1.6 miles and Highway 115 is not very busy. When I arrived, I found the office closed but a note on the door indicating I was to have unit 1. The key was in the door. At that point, I was so happy I had decided not to camp but rather get the motel room. A shower, a bed, and not carrying all the extra weight were certainly worth $37. I only carried a change of clothes, snacks and tools. I was happy to see K’s café immediately across from the motel. I don’t recommend the hot turkey (or roast beef) sandwich. I read a four day old news paper and watched TV until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. Including all the stops, and the varied surfaces I had averaged about 90 minutes per 10 miles.

I had a strange, uneasy feeling about the ride the night before I started from Phil’s. I wondered if I could physically complete the ride. There was not much basis for that fear. I had already done 60 miles in a day. I had built up my mileage well at home. I wondered who would come and get me if I had some major break down. There was little basis for that fear. The bike was new. I had a patch kit and a pump, and basic tools. I didn’t like riding those first 14 miles on highways but that turned out to be a non-issue. I just felt very alone and vulnerable. Strangely, those fears faded away as I started riding on that first rough, overgrown section. I just had to pay attention to riding and had little extra capacity to worry. It seems more logical that all the fears would have been magnified by those conditions but that is not how it worked.

Surrey to Midland – I rode down to Farwell and had a nice breakfast at Chrisman’s café. I was riding again by 6:40. I had 5 miles to go to get to Clare. I knew the Pere Marquette State trail stopped west of Clare and the Pere Marquette Rail-Trail of Mid-Michigan began in Clare. The trail is very nicely paved going east out of Farwell until it ends abruptly.

I thought perhaps the Trail Ends sign meant the pavement ended and that I could ride on the grass. I rode only a few minutes, through trees and bushes until I arrived at the bridge which had no deck.

I rode back to the Trail Ends sign and then down onto Highway 115. It was only a mile or so until I arrived in Clare. I followed my map taking Pine Street south from Highway 115 directly to the head of the Pere Marquette Rail-Trail of Mid-Michigan. There are still active rail road tracks in the right of way, so Clare had to go to some considerable expense and effort to make a trail with several bridges to get out of town to the unused rail right of way.

The Pere Marquette Rail-Trail of Mid-Michigan is exquisite. It is very wide, very smooth, and very well marked. There are trail maps at every intersection with point to point distance matrices.

There are benches for resting, many of which are even covered. There are clean rest rooms. Each town has its own park with clean rest rooms right along the trail. Farwell to Midland was 37% of my total mileage but only about 25% of the work. This riding was just so effortless. The land is basically level, so there is little evidence of the railroads making big changes to the terrain. This stretch has several bridges which must date back to the railroad though.

The farms in this part of the state look more prosperous and the fields are all planted and stretch as far as you can see.

The deer I had seen of previous days were replaced by rabbits and pet cats. As I rode, I realized that about 30 years ago I had ridden out on Highway 115, which parallels the trail, on a trip from Bay City to Mackinaw City. It was so much nicer to have this wonderful path with no concern for cars or trucks.

As I neared Midland, I encountered more and more users of the trail including bikes, roller blades, strollers, runners and walkers. I was a bit concerned that the Midland police might not like my van being parked at the trail’s end overnight, so I was greatly relieved when I saw it, right where Anne said it would be. I had set a goal of being “done by one (PM that is)” which was based on the paces I had ridden on prior days. With 97% perfect pavement and no second breakfast, I was done by 10:20.

2016 - We rode from the trail head in Midland west 25 miles and back.  We lunched at the Korner Kafe in Coleman at 30 miles down and 20 to go.  People on the trail were amazingly friendly.  This trail was the best of all we rode; smoothest and widest.  We took a break on the big iron bridge over the Tittabawasee River where we saw fish and many large turtles drifting or swimming.
Helpful Signage at every road crossing

Our final ride in 2016 was a 15 mile ride starting east from Reed City.  This trail is paved but a bit rougher than the others.  We simply rode 7.5 miles and turned around.   On the return when we got within four miles of Reed City, we were hit by a nasty storm, with plenty of rain, thunder in the distance, and then hail. We had a head wind so the rain was hitting us in the face.  Fortunately it lasted only about 10 minutes and we were not far from dry clothes.  The depot in Reed City has nice clean rest rooms.  We had two breakfasts and a lunch at the Seven Slots Grill in Reed City and enjoyed each one.  It is quite busy at noon but the service was still excellent.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Canyonlands, Needles District and Arches, Utah

May 18 – 26, 2010

  • Utah’s Incredible Backcountry Trails by David Day, Rincon Publishing, Orem UT
  • Canyonlands National Park Favorite Jeep Roads & Hiking Trails by David Day, Rincon Publishing, Orem UT
  • Needles District Trails Illustrated Map, National Geographic
  • NPS Website -
  • NPS Map -

Fly and Drive to Canyonlands – Flew to Denver. This meant more miles to drive but due to flight schedules, it meant we could arrive at Cayonlands over an hour sooner. Flight was only about 30% full out of Detroit and only about 60% full out of Chicago. By the time Jerry and Norm got to baggage claim, John already had all the bags gathered up. Luckily, Norm caught the bag of hiking sticks disappearing in the ski carousel out of the corner of his eye. Fortunately for us, Alamo allowed us to select a nice big Chrysler mini-van for the price of a full sized car. This made it so much easier to get stuff in and out of our packs when in camp. Renting the car through Costco gave us a 15% discount but much more valuable, it gave us a second driver free, saving us about 200 dollars. We arrived in Moab by mid afternoon so we had an early supper (Pasta Jay’s), bought butane (Gear Heads), and bottled water. Then there was still about 80 miles to go to get to the actual national park. We stayed at the private camp ground just outside the park, Needles Outpost. We had a reservation and they had a site literally with our name on it. We slept under the stars.

Campsite EC1, Chesler Park and the Joint Trail – We got our actual permit at the visitor’s center. The system at Canyonlands is you get a reservation for your campsites and use areas but you do not get your actual permit in the mail, like you do at the Grand Canyon. You get your permit at the visitor center before starting your hike. We parked the car at the Elephant Hill parking lot. We planned to hike out to EC1 and leave our packs, and then hike unencumbered around Chesler Park. We would hike on to the Colorado the next day, so we had to carry an extra gallon of water over those first few miles to EC1.

We reached EC1, dropped our packs, hung our food, made up day packs and were hiking again by 11:00. Between the parking lot and Chesler Park, there are many ups and downs. It was nice to do some of it without the packs. We enjoyed seeing and pointing out all the various shapes of sandstone which look like something, animals or people. To get to Chesler Park, go until you are at King Kong’s foot and turn left to go up and over. Jerry saw aliens everywhere, every day.

Once in Chesler Park we followed the signs to the Joint Trail. As we descended, three young ladies told us that people go in but no one comes out. Sounded ominous. The Joint Trail; what fun. So narrow, and it gets deeper and deeper.

At the West end we enjoyed Cairn Temple. More cairns in one place than we’ve ever seen. Taller and more elaborate. They actually confuse the route a bit. When you get to Cairn Temple make a 90 degree turn (right if you’re going west. Left if you’re going east).

After the Joint Trail we followed the signs towards Druid Arch, watching the map. The signs at trail intersections in Cayonlands are the best we have experienced in our 20 years of hiking; clear, consicse with distances. The trail descends into a water shed which leads out to Druid Arch. We had planned to make DA optional, so we talked it over at that point. We decided we had enough day left and maybe enough energy but we did not have enough water, and no filter to clean the water near the Arch. We followed the water shed in the opposite direction and it took us right back to EC1. We were happy enough to be done for the day and found shade in which to rest before dinner. Slept under the stars.

EC1 to the Colorado River – The plan was to hike through the Lower Red Canyon down to the Colorado River, then down the river to the Confluence with the Green, then to take a trail described in a book up to the rim and hike on jeep trails back to the car, a 3 day loop. We had to retrace some of yesterday’s steps but this time with full packs. Go to King Kong’s foot but turn right, not left. Follow the sign to Devil’s Kitchen, Jeep Camp. At one point we had to take our packs off and carry them as we were all bent over, to get under a very low spot. Since we had the packs off and it was shady, we took our first break there.

Second stop was right at Devil’s Kitchen, after about 2.5 hours. The perfect break spot. Completely flat and level sandstone under the shade of a big tree. We then walked a half mile of jeep road which lead us to the first open meadow and a trail that lead directly to a vertical face. The trail hugged the edge as it worked its way up to the top of the first graben (long, narrow butte), then descended into the next meadow. Basically, the rest of the day was repeating this three more times. In the three final grabens, it looks like you might get to walk through rather than over but alas, due to chock stones and pour offs in the creek beds, the trail always goes over. The final descent not only takes you back down the final graben but includes the whole descent to the level of the Colorado River. We called this stretch the stairs. You can see the nice level trail at the bottom of a very long time as you pick your way down.

The trail is as rugged as any marked trail in the Grand Canyon but is reasonably easy to follow. Near the leveling off point we took a break in the limited shade of a tree and a slanted boulder. We later took a longer break in the shade of a large sandstone overhang. At that point we were also waiting for the sun to get lower in the sky to minimize our exposure at our river camp site. The final hour is mostly loose sand. The trail actually leads you away from the mouth of the water shed and back east towards the confluence. We were not sure where we would be able to get through the Tamarisk to reach the river. We concluded that going east wasn’t helpful, so we backtracked and found a path down into the water shed, which leads to a wonderful sandy beach campsite.

The river bottom is firm and does not drop off quickly, so it was a great spot for a dip and a shave. The water is silty so we let it settle out in the bucket. We filtered Colorado River water for three days and eventually clogged one of our two filters. There was a party of canoes across the river at Spanish Bottom, waiting to be picked up by the jet boat.

Upstream to the Confluence – Norm had been inspired, over 20 years ago, to visit Canyonlands, by the passage in J.W. Powell’s journal about reaching the confluence of the Green and the Colorado. He wanted to get to the actual confluence or at least to an overlook. This would be the day that goal would finally be achieved. The walk began on a clear, firm trail. Eventually the trail gets harder to follow in the overgrowth. It then gets braided, i.e. multiple parallel trails. We saw the jet boat picking up canoes and saw the warning sign about Cataract Canyon. As the trail reaches the actual confluence, it pretty much disappears. The rock falls extend all the way to the Tamies and the going gets more and more difficult and scratchier. Either crawl through the bushes or climb over the rocks. We tried both. At the confluence there is no break in the Tamies.

 We had a permit to camp in the Needles North use area so we had to continue at least a mile east of the confluence. When we could see the Slide across the river (around the bend), we finally crashed through the undergrowth and found an open flat spot for camping with access to the river.

All the time we worked our way east, we were looking up the rock wall to find a trail which was supposed to take us to the “rim” the next day. This trail is clearly described and mapped in the Utah’s Incredible Backcountry Trails book noted above. The description was written for someone starting above and coming down to the river but it indicates the trail is well cairned even down near the river. We were looking to the right to find this trail for the next day and looking to the left to find a break in the Tamies so we could get water and camp that evening. The campsite we found was right at the base of a very steep watershed. Norm hoped this was the watershed with the trail. He climbed up a hundred feet or so but did not find any cairns. Even at 100 feet the watershed had cliffed out on the left and looked like it could easily cliff out on the right a little higher up. He climbed back down. We had lunch, got some fresh water, rested and then Norm and Jerry went back west, to find that trail up to the “rim”. We walked back to within a third of a mile of the confluence and found no cairns and no trail that we believed would be safe or climbable with packs. The book indicated that the foot of the mystery trail was .9 miles from the confluence, but we wanted to exhaust all possibilities. We returned to camp. That night we ate freeze dried shepherd’s pie from Backpacker’s Pantry. It was very spicy and only John wanted seconds. Norm and Jerry were happy to let him have as much as he wanted. At this point, Norm’s longtime aspiration to “get to the confluence” was looking pretty dismal; no trail up, lousy campsite, lousy dinner. Tramping through the underbrush resulted in dozens (seemed like hundreds) of seeds being lodged in our socks and boots. It literally required at least 30 minutes per foot to rid ourselves of these embedded seeds.

Now What? – John was optimistic that given different lighting and a good night’s rest we would find the trail noted in the book. Norm wasn’t so sure and started discussing the real possibility of backtracking the two days. We did not have a freeze dried dinner for the extra night but we had plenty of snacks. We decided that the energy and time required to climb the watershed right next to the camping spot was unlikely to get us to the rim and would just wear us down and delay the other options. We walked back west carefully examining every possible route up. John said it best when he said, “I haven’t seen anything that doesn’t scare me to death.” We could see many ways to get high above the beach but all seemed to cliff out at some point where it would be too steep to climb, even if we pulled the packs up with John’s rope. We searched the most diligently at .9 miles from the confluence, but no trail revealed itself. As we had just about reached the confluence we saw several cairns in a rock fall. Norm started to get optimistic. We had just such a moment in Merlin’s Abyss several years before. One minute things looked bleak and the next minute life was good again. We climbed high above the last cairn that we could see and the cairns just ran out. Even the ones we found did not lead to each other or define a trail. We reluctantly started back to our beach at the foot of Red Lake Canyon. Our objective was to reach the beach, refuel, fill up with fresh water, and then late in the day, climb the “stairs” back up over the 4th graben.

We reached the beach in good time. As we relaxed, people from a group of 25 trickled through our camp. They had started at Elephant Hill and come via the jeep roads. Their destination was Brown Betty Rapids. From there they would be transported via jet boat to a few more destinations. They all seemed very serious. We were little help regarding how to proceed down river. We suggested there must be a trail along the river just as there was one going up river. They left us and found various paths out of the watershed in search of their trail. None came back so we assume they found their trail.

We left camp at 5:30 and at 6:30 we had reached the bottom of the steps. The whole hour was walking in loose sand. It took another 1:15 hour to get to the top and back down to a level spot to camp. Since we had no freeze dried food, we didn’t fire up the stoves, but rather had tuna or chicken from envelopes.

Back to the Car – We climbed over the remaining grabens, took the jeep trail towards Devil’s Kitchen and then cut north on a one-way jeep trail.

We found it hard to believe that vehicles could negotiate the rough terrain and exposed rocks on the jeep trails. We had a chance to watch several overcome the obstacles of a section about half a mile from the parking lot. Jerry thought it looked like fun. A Jeep had an inverted decal which said “If you can read this flip us over”. Norm said he liked it. The passenger said it used to be funny until they got onto these roads.

We encountered some rangers and explained that we had deviated from our plan and thus our permit because we could not find that trail at the confluence. They apologized that we had not been warned about that trail. They explained the importance of staying on the permits and the plans that make that possible. One said, “Based on your experience, if there had been a trail, you guys would have found it.” If anyone who reads this blog has taken a trail that runs from the confluence overlook in the Needles District directly down to the river, up or down, I would be most curious to hear more about the trail. Please comment. I have provided details from the book to the park service and have written to the publisher describing our experience. (I was feeling sort of intimidated since I knew J.W. Powell had climbed from the river with only one arm. He did it on the North side of the rivers though.)

We drove the car back to Needles Outpost by 12:30 and set up camp again. We enjoyed the traditional ice cream and soda, and hot showers. It was extremely windy, to the extent that we could not even see the nearby rock outcroppings. We set up the tents and Jerry slept in the van.

Salt Creek Canyon – Originally, Norm had planned a narrow loop requiring us to cross over from the main Salt Creek Canyon over into the west fork. We’d camp in the west fork and have a day out of our packs to explore up around Angel Arch, camping at SC3. Then on the third day, we’d hike south in the main creek. We were now a day short and had already had enough “off trail” hiking. We changed the plan to a simple “out and back”, camping at SC3 per our permit and then retracing our steps back to the car.

We moved the car to Cathedral Butte. The sign from the paved road does not say Cathedral Butte or Salt Creek Trail. It says Beef Basin, which is well past the trail head. The road quickly crosses a creek. We could not see the bottom of the creek and the flow was substantial. Jerry took off his shoes and waded across to ensure we would not get stuck. (The warning for the Jeeps says towing bills are often $1,000. That figure got our attention.) The road is dirt and was very rutted but we did not fear getting stuck again. We encountered a first for us. There is a fence that crosses (yes crosses) the road. At first we thought we would not be able to get to the trail head. As Norm pulled closer we read the sign on the fence, “Please close after passing”. John jumped out and opened and then closed the fence/gate behind us. The trail head is about 15 miles away from the paved road.

We were hiking by 9:30. It was very cool and we all started in long pants and sweat shirts. We didn’t need to drink as much or stop as often to rest. We hiked down for about an hour before it started to level off. After reaching the bottom we encountered something unusual, a marsh in the desert, complete with cat tails.

We enjoyed looking at Kirk’s cabin but kept asking, “How did he get that buckboard down here?” And “How did he get supplies from Moab?”

The trail takes you about as close as is practical to each of the “sights” including
· Pictograph on the right
· Stream/Spring
· Kirk’s Cabin
· Kirk’s Fence
· Anasazi Ruin on the right.
Views of Kirk’s Arch on the left.
· Extensive Anasazi Ruin (Big Ruin) on the left. Getting close is a bit of chore. Getting back is even more of a challenge due to the braided trails. “Did we come this way?”

· Anasazi Ruin on the right.
· Wedding Ring Arch on the right.

· Anasazi Ruin on the left. This one has self seeding squash going all the way back to the original Anasazi squash.
· Fisheye arch on the right.
 All American Man Pictograph with Anasazi Ruin on the right. It is hard to get a picture without climbing a little bit.

· Shortcut through a crack in the rocks. Watch for cairns on a tree branch.
· Four Faces Pictograph on the right.
· Stream/Spring
· Camp SC3.

We found the description in the Canyonlands National Park Favorite Jeep Roads and Hiking Trails book to be extremely accurate and helpful.

We knew from the weather posting at the Visitor Center that it was going to get down to freezing that night. Norm carried his tent just for this occasion. Jerry wore every piece of clothing he brought and slept under the stars.

Back to the Car (again) –Jerry’s bottle had ice in it and Norm’s Camelback didn’t work because there was ice in the tube. We enjoyed our coffee and Oatmeal. We started hiking at 7:15. We expected to reach SC1/2 near Kirk’s cabin at about 1:00 but since we had already seen all the sights and taken most of the pictures we reached SC1/2 at 9:45 with one break. We took a break there and topped off our bottles at the spring and were headed back across the marsh at 11:00. We found a shady spot in a dry creek bed for lunch. We reached the car at 2:00.

We had salad and steak or pizza in Moab. We then drove up to Arches where we had a reservation in the Devil’s Garden campground. We spent about 40 minutes in the visitor center and watched the movie. The drive to the campground required about a half hour. No showers but very clean rest rooms. Skyline Arch was within an easy walk of our camp site.

Arches – John went to see the Broken Arch and Tapestry Arch

while Norm and Jerry walked the Devil’s Garden Trail which begins with the 300 foot long Landscape Arch and then passes 6-7 other arches.

This trail requires hiking boots or at least good athletic shoes. Doing it in flip-flops would be a bad idea. There is quite a bit of scrambling and walking across angled surfaces. It was great fun especially with only day packs. We completed it in about 4 hours. Few people passed us.

We spent the afternoon driving back to Denver. Just 90 minutes before we arrived back in town there was a huge hail storm near our hotel. Six inches of hail fell, breaking car windshields and totally wrecking some cars. Glad we missed all that.