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April 15, 1999 - Grand Canyon - 9 Days

New Hance, Escalante, Tonto and Grandview Trail

Day 0 (Wednesday) - Kathy is standing at the New Hance trailhead contemplating our trip starting the GC9E1_2.jpg (74338 bytes)following day, and surveying our home for the next week and a half. The weather is looking great, although a little cooler than we are used to at the Canyon. After scouting the first few hundred feet of the trail, we headed East to Cameron Trading Post for one of their great Navajo style breakfasts.

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Day 1 (Thursday) brings more nice weather. We had stayed at the Yavapai Lodge at the South Rim with plans of being at the Trailhead for sunrise. Our plans were complicated when a local construction project caused a planned power outage from 10PM to 5AM. So much for alarm clocks and lights to pack our gear. We adapted, however, and were at the trailhead on schedule.

GC9E1_5.jpg (84832 bytes)The upper part of the new Hance is quite steep and rocky, but presented no real challenges other than requiring a bit of care. Kathy and I were pretty excited, as we always are starting another Grand Canyon adventure. The weather was around 30 degrees, but we had no problems with ice on the trail. The wind made it feel colder.

GC9E1_12.jpg (72645 bytes)We were below the redwall by 11:30 and took a leisurely lunch at a level clearing with a great view that would make an excellent campsite. There are decent campsites both above and below the redwall on this trail. The picture shows why they call this Red Canyon.

GC9E1_15.jpg (85422 bytes)We arrived at Hance Rapids in mid-afternoon. The trail below the redwall is not challenging, except for crossing some boulder strewn slide areas. There is no view of the Colorado River at all on this trail until you round the last bend a few hundred yards away. We found that a bit disappointing. We set up camp near the beach at the bottom of the rapids.

Day 2 (Friday) started with a breakfast of eggs and hash browns with peppers and bacon bits. A rafting trip that had been camped just up river ran the rapids around 9:30. That brought back memories of a few years earlier when Kathy and I took our rafting trip with OARS through those same rapids. After a light lunch, we hit the trail at 11:30 for 75 Mile Creek, our home for the next five days.

GC9E1_23.jpg (45827 bytes)Around Papago Creek, we came upon a large slide area blocking our way. We climbed the upstream side (not the best route as we found out later) and scrambled over the loose rocks, being careful not to trigger a new slide or send rocks careening down onto each other.

GC9E2_0.jpg (73968 bytes)Eventually, we reached the top where we stopped for a few minutes and enjoyed the nice view overlooking the route back toward Hance Rapids. We were not looking forward to climbing back down, that we knew we would have to do later that week. Continuing on, we encountered the only area on our trip where we had to remove our packs and lower them on ropes as we went back down to river level.

GC9E2_3.jpg (53227 bytes)After Papago, it is an easy walk along the shore to the beach at 75 Mile Creek. We did have one false start when we started climbing high around an outcropping just short of 75 Mile, but after ascending about 100 feet, we noticed another hiker walking along the ledges at river level. We descended again and followed the ledges without much difficulty. We found a great 200 foot stretch of crescent beach with an excellent campsite where we made our home for the next five nights.

Day 3 (Saturday) found more nice weather. We watched some rafts go by, and took a short hike up 75 Mile Creek. The first half mile or so is a very impressive high walled, narrow slot canyon that eventually opens up with views to Desert View tower. We had our sandals on so we turned back after a short while, planning to come back the next day better equipped for hiking.

After lunch, we were visited in camp by a man we had seen the previous day camping at Hance Rapids. He was hiking over to Escalante Creek, just a short distance up river. Coincidentally, he was originally from Portsmouth, Rhode Island, just a few miles from our home. He now resides in Flagstaff. Although the river distance is short, there is a large outcropping between 75GC9E2_10.jpg (43955 bytes) mile and Escalante requiring a lengthy hike to climb up and over. He had the foresight, however, to bring a one man raft along with him, and an hour or so later he came floating down the river. We were so impressed with the raft, weighing a mere 3.5 pounds including paddles, that we bought two from Campmor when we returned home. That evening, we watched eagles soaring over the distant cliffs, and hit the sleeping bags at sunset.

Day 4 (Sunday) was another great weather day with temperatures in the eighties, just like the GC9E2_22.jpg (58317 bytes)others. We packed a lunch and at 9:15 started up 75 Mile Creek again. There are several pour offs that had to be climbed around, and more that we could scramble up. At noon, we stopped for lunch with a nice view of the 75 Mile Saddle on Tanner Trail and Lipan Point. After 45 minutes resting and enjoying the view, we headed back down to camp. Climbing down one of the pour offs, searching for toe and hand holds, I was startled to grab aGC9E3_2.jpg (82794 bytes) frog living in a damp crack in the rocks. He was not about to give up his cool, damp home and refused to move. Like other wildlife in the Canyon, they seem to show no fear of man. After returning to camp at 3PM, we set up an awning on the beach and watched the river go by. Stayed up to watch the stars and the moon for a bit, and went to bed around 8:30.

GC9E3_6.jpg (63003 bytes)Day 5 (Monday) started as usual with cooking breakfast. As we were just about to eat our fried eggs and hash browns (again with peppers and bacon bits), we saw a party of yellow OARS rafts coming down the river. I called out to see if our friend, Robby, was on the trip and, to our surprise, found that he was leading this particular trip and answered back to us. He came over and gave us both big hugs. We shortly had a beach full of rafts and kayaksGC9E3_16.jpg (30817 bytes) parked waiting for their leader. As a parting gift, Robby gave us a couple of cold Buds which we kept in our refrigerator (the Colorado River) until we were ready to drink them that evening. At five pounds a six pack, beer is a scarce and much sought after commodity at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. Robby, thank you!!!! 

Monday was a busy day for river traffic. After Robby's group, there was a flotilla of wooden dories, a couple of large motorized rafts, and a small private party. That afternoon, we were fascinated when a peregrine falcon attempted to catch a white throated swift. For about 15 minutes, the poor little swift flew wildly back and forth across the river and over our campsite as the falcon would go into a series of high speed dives, attempting to stun the bird out of the sky. Each time, at the last possible moment, the swift would change direction and avert death. The falcon finally gave up, and the swift retreated to the safety of the cliffs. One more private rafting party and a larger group of archaeologists came by just before dark. The private group of three rafts was lead by a grizzled veteran of 34 years of river running. We chatted for a while before he finally headed downstream to camp below Nevills Rapids. Monday was a warm night, and we did not need to zip our sleeping bags.

Day 6 (Tuesday) was another fine day. We started the day off with a hike high above Papago Creek. From that vantage point, we saw the last two river trips from the day before camped along the river. We watched them leave and headed back to GC9E3_24.jpg (47768 bytes) camp. Around noontime, the wind started picking up. It tore down the awning we had set up on the beach, and started blowing sand. We put the rain fly on the tent, but the sand still got into everything. This is not unusual for the Canyon, where the wind can blow at near hurricane force due to the wide thermal variations between the rim and the river. The winds died down later in the afternoon, and we took a short hike into the slot canyon to escape the midday heat. Spent the evening sitting on the beach contemplating our hike toward Horseshoe Mesa starting the next morning. We watched the bats chasing insects at dusk. One brazen bat buzzed us and we hit the deck.

GC9E4_4.jpg (72631 bytes)Day 7 (Wednesday) started with a brief one minute shower around 5AM. We made some coffee, broke camp, and were on the trail by 6:15. There was some trouble finding our way up the cliffs at Papago Creek to get above the slide, but we finally found a suitable route. The slide was much easier going down on the downstream side. Reached Hance Rapids at 8:50 where we had more coffee and breakfast, and pumped 12 GC9E4_10.jpg (56236 bytes) liters of water for the higher and dry trail ahead. We would have two dry nights on the trail before we would reach the rim.

We set off on the Tonto Trail shortly after 11. It is a long but easy hike to the bottom of Horseshoe Mesa past Mineral Canyon. We had a brief glimpse of Sockdolager Rapids (see picture) looking down at Granite GC9E4_12.jpg (78671 bytes) Gorge. There are some very interesting rock formations along the trail, and a good view of the mines across the river high on the side of Asbestos Canyon. We reached our camping area just below Ayer Point at 3:10 in the afternoon. The wind had increased to GC9E4_15.jpg (50332 bytes) gale-hurricane force again, and we had to wait for an hour before we could set up the tent. Everything had to be tied down to prevent it from blowing away. There are many nice gravelly camping areas below Ayer Point.

Day 8 (Thursday) we rose early and watched the sunrise. We could see people at Moran Point with the monocular doing the same. After an oatmeal breakfast, we packed up and started for the mesa. The trail in this area is mostly flat, skirting the edge of the Hance Creek canyon. We reachedGC9E5_1.jpg (64910 bytes) the East Trail to climb the mesa at 10:50 and had an early lunch of Turkey Tortillas and beef jerky. We saw a group of six hikers on the other side of the canyon, the first hikers we had seen since Saturday. As we climbed in elevation, the weather GC9E5_5.jpg (75313 bytes)became overcast and cool (60F). Almost at the top of the mesa, we happened upon an old mine and some mining equipment, including an almost intact steam engine to provide power for the mining operation. Reaching the top of horseshoe Mesa, we saw a second mine, and some brightly colored (blue and green) mineral laden rocks. An old stone structure appeared to be the miners' house, andGC9E5_10.jpg (74838 bytes) numerous mining artifacts littered the area. The Horseshoe Mesa is a designated camping area, so we chose one of the allowed sites to set up our camp. There was only one other camper on the mesa that evening which we did not even GC9E5_9.jpg (49620 bytes) realize until the follow morning. It rained on and off the entire night, the first significant weather on our trip.

 

Day 9 (Friday) started out drizzly, but the weather cooperated and the rain stopped just in timeGC9E5_16.jpg (69380 bytes) for us to dry out our equipment and break up camp for the hike out. There was snow at 500 feet below the rim and up. We started up the trail at 9:15. The lower part of the trail is moderate and relatively easy. There were some long stretches of switchbacks that almost appeared to have been paved with cobblestones. We GC9E5_17.jpg (75902 bytes)found them particularly tedious and were glad when we were back on the dirt trail. We met many day hikers heading down to the mesa, and hoped that they knew what they were in for. They seemed to have little proper equipment or water to make the more arduous trip back up to Grandview Point from the mesa. We stopped for a snack at a saddle with a nice view of the Coronado Butte, and were at the trailhead at 12:40. After the shock of seeing so many people in one place, we made our way to the car we had left at Grandview, brushed off the snow, and headed to Flagstaff for a well deserved mushroom Swiss cheeseburger at Busters.

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