ESCALANTE, Utah -- I may not be done with touristy Moab, but more and more I am succumbing to the allure of Utah's more remote, often overlooked and underappreciated portals to canyon country -- humbler hamlets like Green River, Hanksville, Boulder and Escalante.
|Table with a view at Kiva Koffeehouse & Kottage|
That's how Escalante, a village of some 800 souls, seemed when my wife and I spent a long early-October weekend in this isolated land of sinuous sandstone canyons, flash floods and piney woodlands atop high plateaus.
|Lower Calf Creek Falls|
There are, too, the region's undeveloped national park (Capitol Reef), and its primitive national monument (Grand Staircase-Escalante, a legacy of Bill Clinton's waning hours as president).
When we arrived, snow had frosted the terraces of the high plateaus and sandstone bluffs. Rain had left the banks of the river and its tributaries streams, as well as the region's dirt roads, soft, even perilously muddy in places.
|Camping in Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument|
I'd hoped to drive Hole-in-the-Rock Road, named for a harrowing crack through which Mormon pioneers lowered their wagons, to a trailhead or two leading to the river canyon. But the helpful and knowledgeable folks at the new multi-agency visitor center advised me that mud had made the road impassable.
|Hole in the Rock|
One advantage of this place, however, is that similar experiences can be had just off SR 12 east of Escalante, on two popular canyon hikes to waterfalls on perennial Calf Creek.
The first hike, to Lower Calf Creek Falls, is especially popular. Even in October, we met a number of fellow hikers--including some from Europe--although it certainly wasn't crowded. The easy 6-mile (round-trip) trail to Lower Calf Creek Falls begins at the campground at the U.S. Bureau of Land Management's Calf Creek Recreation area, about 15 miles east of Escalante. For day users, there is a $2 fee.
|Calf Creek Trail|
Spectacular and, as always, deeply mysterious anthropomorphic figures -- Fremont-style pictographs -- gazed out across the canyon from a sheer wall on the opposite side of the canyon from where the heavily-trod hiking trail is located.
Then my wife spotted, high in an alcove of a cliff, a small stone structure, probably a granary left by ancient Fremont-culture people who once occupied the Colorado Plateau.
|Granary in alcove above Calf Creek|
My wife spotted a river otter in the stream, where the once-scarce animals are making a comeback. Unfortunately, she also spotted a harmless little snake skittering across the trail. At one point, we could look down and watch upstream-facing fish (I'll guess trout, but I know little of such things) seeming to play in the creek's clear waters.
The hikes crown jewel awaits at trail's end, where the cooling veil of Lower Calf Creek Falls waters an idyllic oasis.
Our second hike was a bit more difficult to locate, since the turnoff from SR 12 isn't signed. It's about midway between mileposts 81 and 82, on the west side amid pinyon pines and junipers.
This trail leads to Upper Calf Creek Falls. This time, however, we followed cairns -- rock piles that mark the trail -- across a couple of miles of high, exposed sandstone. Instead of following the floor of a canyon, looking up at the cliffs, we hiked toward the rim of the canyon, and looked out across the region's deeply incised sandstone expanse.
The hike brought us to yet another magical setting. Here the stream flowed across the rock to spill over a smooth sandstone ledge, raining down onto another oasis (access by a fork in the trail, if one wishes) far below.
|Deer Creek Recreation Area campsite|
|Fans of unpaved backroads|
opposed paving Burr Trail Road.
Since the skies were unsettled and rain seemed likely, my wife and I shared some unease about trekking alone out there, where roads become impassable when wet and washes turn into raging torrents in storms. But I judged it worth the risk.
After crossing wide washes and wending along narrow ravines, we arrived at the Wolverine Petrified Wood Area. From the parking area we hiked along a streambed, following a faint trail that led to a concentration of primordial stumps and logs, some of them huge. Remnants of lush forests that existed and were buried in dinosaur times, today they are rock, their wood long ago replaced by minerals.
|Petrified tree stump, Wolverine area|
We were glad to make our way back to paved Burr Trail Road and the campsite, since a light rain began just as we did so. It wasn't much, certainly not enough to dampen the pleasure of making a campfire and watching the setting autumn sun bathe the creamy Navajo standstone in a firey glow.
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