Adios, Escalante

We had hiked about 7 miles the first day, about 8 the second day, and we were pleasantly surprised that we recovered over night. So, on day three, we set off for another exploration of the Escalante River. Thinking we would go upriver from the highway, we headed back towards Boulder; but on the outskirts of town, we noticed a trailhead sign that indicated we could access the river from the east end and skip the drive. Our hiking book said it was 14 miles to where Hwy. 12 crosses the river but we had no intention of going that far. I remembered the sign at the bridge on our previous hike:

Almost as soon as the trail reached the river, the canyon walls rose up and closed in. We traveled slowly down river, crossing the stream many times and had to stop occasionally to rest our cramping necks. Necks are not accustomed to looking up and the towering cliffs demanded that we look at their flamboyant ribbons of color and texture.

The paws that refreshes
The overhang in the background is one of the largest on the river.
Tamera and Lucy are dwarfed by the massive dome.
Hard Hat Recommended

It was hard to make the decision to turn back as each bend in the canyon promised another breathtaking alcove, waterfall, or slot canyon, but common sense prevailed and we retraced our path back to the car after about five miles.

Cottonwoods live a precarious existence in the canyon.
Near the trailhead there is a stock gate. It was unclear on which side of the fence the cows were supposed to stay but we didn’t see any poop on the trail, so presumably, it was designed to keep them out of the canyon.

As usual, we finished the hike with howling stomachs, but thankfully we were only a couple of miles from Escalante Outfitters . With mouths watering we made all haste only to find they were CLOSED! .

With heavy hearts we continued towards home, consoling ourselves with the thought of my homemade, cheese/black bean/corn enchiladas with authentic sauce made from scratch, that were languishing in the camper refrigerator. But we spotted this gem!

Como se dice muy delicioso en engles?
Georgie’s has no web page but Google’s five star rating is an understatement.

The special of the day was pozole, something that no self-respecting vegetarian would eat but…on vacation, I eat as the Romans eat or in this case, the Mexicans. I’m seriously thinking of another trip to Escalante just to sample other menu items. I’m certain this experience has ruined me for any other pozole and so, I vow not to eat it ever again, but the memory of that savory soup will linger always. Tamera’s quesadilla, layered with tender pork and good quality cheese came with salsa and guacamole, obviously made fresh on the premises. Tortilla chips, made from flour tortillas, were also freshly made. There was nothing healthy about this fabulous meal and I’m grateful Georgie’s is 600 miles from home.

So, enough of waxing rhapsodic about the food we have eaten; it’s obvious I’m avoiding the inevitable parting of the ways with MFN. We spent our last evening in paradise appreciating the Yonder Escalante glamcamp.

MFN in her fancy pants.
Tamera has a gift for photography, her choice of subject matter however…

Morning came and neither of us was eager to hit the road for home and say good-bye, so we went into town in search of breakfast that neither of us really wanted. The Outfitter restaurant was still closed but the store offered a nice assortment of prepared food. That uncomfortable space of time, where the imminent parting hung between us like a diaphanous curtain couldn’t be ignored. A lingering hug in the parking lot had me stumbling towards my car with tears welling unbidden. Remembering one of our fireside conversations about break-ups with boyfriends and distracted driving, I paused to text her that I wouldn’t sob and drive.

On the road again, equanimity restored, I was transported by the panorama around me. It was easy to live in the moment and enjoy the drive to Bryce National Park.

7 thoughts on “Adios, Escalante

    1. Don’t wait for “one day”. Life is short. I’ve been doing it in one way or another for almost fifty years. It doesn’t have to cost a lot of money if you’re willing to be open to some adventure.

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  1. I was there with you the whole way! The paws that refreshes – did you and your niece dip your tired toes into the water?? That tree is a great photo showing the roots hanging onto the soil for dear life – amazing!! The bathroom portrait is adorable especially with you doing the silent scream! hehe. My cousin used to cry anytime we left after a visit. I never understood until I was older… Glad the prospect of Bryce dried your eyes. That is one park we haven’t visited but it is on the list!


    1. Yes, we waded in and out of the stream, mostly by necessity, as it wasn’t hot.
      I have never understood the phrase, “Parting is such sweet sorrow”. It’ just sorrow with nothing sweet about it. I’m still missing her nearly a week later.
      Bryce is high (7,000 – 9,000′ I think) and often cold so, I’ve never lingered there for more than a day. But, it’s a nice diversion when traveling between other national parks in the area. Also, the hotel selection and dining options are limited.
      Thanks for joining me!


  2. I was amazed at watching the pink rocks ( sandstone? microgranite?) This canyon is breathtaking ) . And I am sure, Judy, after such grandiose sights you had appreciated to get your breath at the Mexican cafe ! 🙂 And also to taste the comfort of bathroom! 🙂
    Love ❤

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    1. LOL! Yes, there is a lot to be said for the comforts of a heated bathroom when camping.
      You correctly identified the red sandstone. Utah is blessed with many layers of sandstone. The ones in this area are Wingate, Kayenta, and Navajo. It is a geologist’s paradise. Heck, it’s anyone’s paradise!

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      1. I am glad to not fail about the red sandstone . I studied this at the university in the past.!
        About Navajo , I got a Navaro reader at my beginning on Xanga in 2001., for only some months . She was a scientist .


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