Coyote Gulch 2012
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Coyote Gulch 2012

 April 2012. My daughter Prudence drove down from Jackson Hole to backpack with me in Coyote Gulch, Utah. I've been hiking in the area for 30 years and the last three trips have been with Prue. She was willing to join me since skiing is over for the year and the rafting season hasn't started yet. The trailhead is a six hour drive from my house through some really beautiful, remote country, including Capitol Reef National Park. The last 35 miles or so are on a dirt road called the Hole-in-the Rock Road. From the trailhead it's about a 4 hour hike down to where Hurricane Wash meets Coyote Gulch - one of the most amazing places I have ever been - they say it is the best example remaining of what Glen Canyon looked like before they flooded it with Lake Powell (a mistake in my opinion although I love going to Lake Powell). From there the creek flows another 8 miles or so to the Escalante River. It's a deep canyon with fresh water seeps, arches, waterfalls, hanging gardens, a natural bridge, abundant flowers and birds, deer and toads. Paradise. Even though there are more humans down there than there were 30 years ago, we had a great campsite at least 2 miles from anyone else and were serenaded by toads and canyon wrens.
 We arrived Thursday afternoon in time for a heavy rain shower and intense rainbow so we decided to spend to first night in my camper.
 Prudence at our campsite with her backpack - probably close to 50 pounds. We spent two nights at this spot.
 Me under Coyote Bridge. The difference between an arch and a bridge is that water flows under bridges. Natural bridges are rare creatures.
 Prue in Coyote Creek. You can walk for miles barefooted down there. The water is clear and warms considerably as the day goes on.
 Prudence under Jacob Hamblin Arch.
 Prue at a tapestry wall.
 Prue getting 10,000 year old fresh water at a seep.
 I call this Massage Falls. When you stand in the flow it really pounds you and   fills your shorts with sand in a matter of minutes. (I actually took this picture a few years ago).
On our way out in Hurricane Wash. It opens up above this spot to miles of hot open desert before you get back to the trailhead (where I had a cooler waiting with cold sodas).
 Local flora.
 On the way home. Those are the Henry Mountains. This was after our lunch at The Burr Trail Grill in Boulder, Utah - the food is excellent! And we were starving after several days of eating noodles, nuts, and granola bars. We  each had a huge slice of fresh baked pie a la mode for dessert.
 Prue at home working on a design.