Grand Canyon Loop Cut Short

So, the next morning we headed down Nankoweap Creek toward the Colorado River:

The trail down the creek bed is indistinct at times but as long as you keep heading downstream you're fine. In fact there really isn't a "trail", but route-finding down the creek was a breeze.

Oddly, while going through my photos I realized that I never took one of the Nankoweap delta at the Colorado River. At the confluence the trail turns right (downstream) and crosses a large dune just before the pueblo ruins. Here's a view back at the dune after crossing it:

This is where we started the bushwhack down the right bank of the Colorado River, as described by Steck and later in the Hayduke Trail guidebook. Steck says it can be hiked from Nankoweap to the LCR in a single day.

He is insane.

Either that or he is a human bulldozer of a man who casts aside brush like snow before a plow. I had allotted a day and a half for this segment but it was getting obvious that we weren't even going to make it to Kwagunt Creek on the first day. Granted, we had started a couple of miles up Nankoweap Canyon but still. (I'd be REALLY interested in learning how long it took Skurka to hike this segment… hint, hint.) For anyone else contemplating this madness, taking the Horsethief bypass is probably a MUCH better option than bushwhacking along the river, though obviously water sources on Horsethief Trail are a bit more sketchy- Steck covers this bypass in his book.

Anyway, at that point Sam and I made a river access to wash and cool our feet and found a bucket on the beach that had obviously been lost by a rafter at some point. Bonus- it was full of wine! Clearly we couldn't carry it out so we waved down a passing raft to see if they wanted it or were willing to haul it out.

Now, it has been my impression that rafters tend to be very "gregarious" folk, and I wasn't disappointed. They were already adequately lubricated but were quite happy to take the wine, and we were offered a ride. Rafters are allowed to ferry hikers across the Colorado but they aren't supposed to take you downstream significantly if you aren't on their permit. (In fact we had hoped to catch such a ferry just above the LCR.) So, to make a long story short, in the process of giving us a ferry they probably carried us just a tad further downstream than was strictly proper:

In the process of boarding and leaving the raft I noticed that Sam was moving a bit stiffly, but he brushed off my inquiries. (It is important to note that the relationship between Sam and I is essentially based upon one-upsmanship and an amiable antagonism. Trust me when I tell you that if he were to lose a limb to a wild-animal encounter he would just grimace and tell me "I'm good for another five miles." So, I should have known that he would never admit to being in pain, and frankly I should have had more mercy upon him the day before.)

So, now we were on the left bank and bushwhacked to the LCR, which was high and muddy. I suspect that the hail we had encountered the day before turned into a bit of rain in the Navajo Nation. Nonetheless, with careful site selection fording the LCR was trivial. In fact, it was much easier than I had anticipated. Here's Sam afterwards:

And, yes, before someone comments he did have his waist belt unclasped for the fording.

Here you can see the very muddy LCR entering the cold and relatively clear Colorado:

Some guidebooks say that there is no river access and no camping possible on the Beamer Trail between the LCR and Lava Canyon Rapids. This is not strictly true- as shown on the Sky Terrain map there is a single campsite about a kilometer south of the LCR, well outside the no-camping zone around the confluence. It even has it's own side-trail marked by a cairn, and is the sandy effluent fan from a small wash:

But it really isn't a great site- there is little brush to break the evening winds and sand blew into every crevice of our bags and packs. Here you will see how I use my LuxuryLite Big Survival Stik as a center-pole for my MLD SuperMid- with one extra segment it is the perfect length. In my defense I bought the Survival Stik long before Doug Johnson's excellent tongue-in-cheek review of it, which can be found here:

http://www.backpackinglight.com/cgi-bin/backpackinglight/2008_luxurylite_big_survival_stik_staff_review?bo=watch

This put us an entire day ahead of our itinerary but that night Sam admitted that his knees were tweaking, badly- he has a history of such. The forced-march down Nankoweap Trail with 45-pound packs had apparently set them off. He piled on the ibuprofen and resolved to see how he felt the next day, but we started discussing bail out options. Clearly, no matter what Sam would have to hike out of the canyon but at least going uphill isn't as harsh on the knees. One option was to flag down another raft to take us to Bright Angel Campground then complete the hike. Needless to say we didn't want to impose on others if we could help it. Another option was to bail out up Tanner Trail at the far end of Beamer Trail, but this would leave us on the south rim when our vehicle was on the north rim.

Hmm…

The next day Sam informed me that he could not complete the itinerary that we had planned, even though we were a day ahead at this point. Looking ahead to the Escalante Route, I agreed- his knees were simply too painful. Bummer, but I wasn't going to break out the cattle prod and drive him into the ground.

The rafters who had given us a ferry had mentioned that they suspected no more rafters would be by for a few days. Thus, having slept on it, we decided to push through to Tanner Beach. There we could still catch a raft if one presented itself but our primary bail-out plan was to ascend Tanner Trail.

We loaded all of the remaining food into my Aarn pack, as well as other "heavy" stuff such as the cooking set, tent stakes, stove fuel, etc.:

Really all that Sam had in his pack was two sleeping systems and his clothes and incidentals. Late in the morning a single motorized pontoon boat passed heading downstream, clearly a commercial tourist boat packed to the gills. We would not see another raft on this hike.

The northern half of Beamer Trail is relatively exposed, too, but no gymnastics are involved. (Unlike Nankoweap Trail, which has a couple or three areas where lowering your packs on a rope is recommended. And, frankly, even those areas are nothing that anyone with even a drop of simian blood in him can't do perfectly safely while wearing a pack.)

Here is the World's Toughest Cactus, growing right out of the rock:

Here's a pretty prickly pear:

Sam managed to hobble through the Beamer Trail at about 1.3 mph on average, which is actually an indication of just how bad his knees were since there is no reason one shouldn't make pretty good time on that trail. The only thing that slows you down is crossing the washes. Here we are near Lava Canyon Rapids, after descending onto the beach:

Here is the cairn where the trail drops onto the beach:

Someone was being a bit too cute with that one in my opinion, but the plant is cool.

Near the end of the beach-like section, when we were resting before ascending the last tough section before Tanner Beach, we encountered Mark from Oregon.

Mark was naked.

Well, maybe not quite naked- he did have a hat, backpack, and sandals. Nonetheless this made an impression upon us. He apologized and explained that he didn't expect to encounter anyone else on the trail.

We made it to Tanner Beach, which actually kept us ahead of our itinerary. There everyone seemed in awe of us when we mentioned that we had descended Nankoweap Trail- evidently it is thought of with dread by a fair percentage of the hiking community, though I honestly don't understand why. Yes some spots were exposed but it could easily be broken up, with outstanding campsites at Marion Point and Tilted Mesa.

We also met the world's most understanding backcountry ranger, Betsy:

She also looked bad@$$, with a pack so full of other people's trash that it looked as if she were hauling a yak. We had a lovely conversation.

Given that we were self-rescuing for medical reasons she appropriately ignored our being ahead of our itinerary. In particular the SELF-rescue part seems to carry a lot of freight with her- she respected that we never even considered having someone else haul our sorry posteriors out of the canyon. I guess some other hikers are quite pathetic about that, and I imagine that it gets old fast. She clearly loved her work, informing us that she has the "best job in the world", and smiled even while picking up a sleeping bag that someone had jettisoned on the trail.
We told her of our woes- specifically that we were bailing out to south rim but that our vehicle was on north rim. She thought about it and told us that our best option might be to catch a shuttle to Flagstaff and rent a car to get back to my truck, but to check in with the BIC and the rangers to be sure that no-one was planning on visiting north rim in the next few days. (Though as I said earlier the snow was NOT an issue the north rim remained closed until May 1st as in any other year.)

So we spent that night at Tanner Beach and planned to ascend Tanner Trail the next day:

By the way, Colorado River water tastes nasty no matter how you treat it- fishy and skunky. With a couple of Nuun electrolyte tablets I could just barely keep choking it down, so whenever possible drink from springs. I think I'd even accept the small ars_enic dose from Miner's Spring (aka Page Spring) over river water.

Edit- REALLY?? Ars_enic sets off the profanity filter???

We asked around and most people seemed to think that Tanner Trail can be easily ascended in one day. Having now done it, I agree. But we took two days for the sake of Sam's knees. And also- wait for it- because Ranger Betsy had offered to let us stay at her residence in Grand Canyon Village if we couldn't expeditiously iron out our vehicular dilemma, but if we ascended in just one day her cousins who were visiting would still be there.

We kicked off around 0700. This is the beginning of Tanner Trail, looking back at the river, the beach across the river from Tanner Beach, and part of Beamer Trail in the distance:

Here is an obligatory vista:

Even bailing out I was having a great time:

As, oddly, was Sam:

But I guess that if I were to carry a pack with only puffy insulation and fleece that I'd smile, too. :) I, on the other hand, definitely got my workout for the day.

Here's my opinion on the Aarn packs… I have to admit that all things considered I was incredibly comfortable carrying all of that weight (fourteen man-days of food, 6 liters or water, etc.). Obviously I didn't have a scale but that pack had to be pushing 55 pounds. I have no doubt that putting the heaviest stuff (i.e. water) in the front balance pockets was a large part of this. If I ever PLAN to carry such a weight again, especially lots of water for desert hiking, I'll definitely do it in my new Featherlight Freedom. But otherwise they seem frightfully overbuilt by ultralight standards. (If I can be hypocritical though, it would be nice if there were straps to hang your pad on the outside of this ostensibly full-featured pack. But maybe my prior large pack- Osprey Exos- has spoiled me.) Perhaps the Marathon Magic or Mountain Magic are a bit better, but they'll still have that ludicrously heavy suspension. Really, Aarn could make a much lighter pack and still have their nifty suspension and front pockets.

While going up tanner Trail we passed a group of Boy Scouts who had broken camp an hour or so before us. Not one of them offered to carry Sam- what's up with Boy Scouts nowadays? :)

The Sky Terrain map shows a campsite halfway up Tanner Trail. In reality the trail all along Cardenas and Escalante Buttes is littered with great campsites. We got to the tail end of these, just before the last set of switchbacks up to Lipan Point, around 1300. We could easily have finished the trail but, as mentioned earlier, elected to hang out and spend one more night on the trail. We found a great camp- in a small cave under the side of a boulder- so we cowboy camped. 1300 is when the sun really seems to start blasting oppressively, but before that it was cool and breezy- we only drank 2 liters each up to that point. Presumably, it helped that we were gaining altitude.

Once on the rim we begged a ride to Grand Canyon Village. We checked with the BIC but no one was headed to the north rim anytime soon, so we caught the Arizona Shuttle to flagstaff and rented a car to get back to my truck. It turns out that we never needed to stay at Betsy's place.

I will be back to finish this hike. Oh yes, I will be back…

Thanks Dean! I anxiously await the next installment.

Hopefully it won't need a membership! Great writeup. Can't wait to get back to the Canyon Friday.

With the extra few days that Sam and I now found on our hands we poked around the Four Corners area a bit. We stopped at Petrified Forest National Park:

Which was interesting but absolutely not a great place to hike. There are NO water sources in the park. I probably couldn't spend more than a day there.

One neat thing we did find there was historical documentation of the giant birds that once infested the Southwest and ate children:

Mesa Verde was next:

Also quite an interesting place, and I suspect that it has much more enticing hiking tucked in there somewhere but I didn't investigate. All the ruins are a good 20 mile drive from the entrance gate, by the way. I could have spent days there, but only one pueblo was open to the public- the rest were opening for the season the day AFTER we were there. Here is a view from atop the mesa:

Next we returned to one of my favorite places in Colorado- Great Sand Dunes National Park & Preserve. It must seem odd to a lot of you that of all Colorado I really like this place, but I like it precisely because it is beautiful in a very different way from the rest of the state.

Several thunderstorms washed down the San Luis valley that day and made for really striking scenery, with lightning hitting the peaks to our north and northeast. Around 13:00 the wind changed and a storm passed over the dunes but by then we were on our way down anyway. The climb to the top of High Point Dune is absolutely worth it:

There are 30 square miles of dunes in the park, but it includes much more than just the dunes. Part of the Sangre de Cristo wilderness is actually in the park.

That last one is a view toward the visitors' center and parking lot, to give some sense of the scale.

Sam was actually pretty adept at skiing down on his sandals:

Here's a view of the dunes from a nearby trail, as that rain was falling:

I wrote a trip report about GSDNP&P a few years ago when I first came to Colorado:

http://www.backpackinglight.com/cgi-bin/backpackinglight/forums/thread_display.html?forum_thread_id=24944

I encourage everyone to give this place more thought. It is scenic as all hell, not crowded, and it is nestled in the Sangre de Cristo Wilderness with mountains to the north/east/south so you can definitely get your montane fix. Best of all it is just a 2.5 hour drive from my house…

Sounds like a wonderful trip, even if you did have to bail prematurely. Sometimes those things just happen–it's all part of the adventure! I hope Sam's knees are getting better!

Yes, he was still limping a bit at GSDNP, especially immediately after getting out of the car, but he was definitely getting better.

If I don't get back to GRCA soon my next homicide attempt will likely either be Flat Tops Wilderness or the Everglades…

Looks like great fun, Dean, even with the trip cut short. I think I have hiked with Sam or his doppelganger a few times where I had to pack out the heavy gear because of bad knees.

Dean,

thanks for this great write-up. really enjoyed it.

OK, I just attended one of Andy Skurka's talks, at the Colorado Springs GoLite store. Naturally I asked about his experience in the canyon and he says it took him "a couple of days" to get from Nankoweap to the LCR.

I guess I don't feel like so much of a wimp, after hearing that. Hell, if I ever make HALF his pace I'll be ecstatic. I still think we could have made the whole trip in 10 days, though a slightly different itinerary might have been closer to ideal.