Our last day of Southwest Adventures with Andrew and Alan was a calm repose and warm goodbye capped with an exiting side journey with Blake to the famous Peek-a-boo and Spooky slot canyons.
Thinking we had just been in Peek-a-boo we followed a trail along the rim as the written directions said for five or ten minutes before turning back and trying a east turn over a ridge. Cairns and well-tread trails confused us but both trails led nowhere matching the Spooky slot description. Confering together we decided we had travelled west along the Dry Coyote and returned to the open section near the start.
The hike out was only two hours and knowing the exact path along the river meant quick progress to the cars. Everyone seemed happy-- a mix of accomplishment, new skill and experience and thankfulness to be out of the wilderness. We exchanged goodbyes with Joshua and Joel who set out east toward Chicago and then the rest returned to Escalante town for a final goodbye lunch of salad and pizza. We stopped at the Escalante overlook and I struck an impromptu pose than somehow captured how I felt.
A salad and three slices of amazing pizza later, the trip was done. The group exchanged hugs and goodbyes and went separate ways in life again. Blake had one day left in Escalante and I had an open schedule until June, so the two of us fast hikers set out down Hole-in-the-rock road, an old Mormon connector dirt road toward Glen Canyon, in search of Peek-a-Boo and Spooky Gulchs, famous narrow slot canyons. An hour down the road we found the trailhead and equipped with the same guidebook Andrew and Alan tought us with, hiked north toward Peek-a-boo.
Equipped with our fancy new navigation skills, we managed to take a left (west) when we should've gone north and got lost. But sometimes lost is good because the slot we went through was sensational-- narrow and curving and with the sun shining perfectly in it. We took some pics in the slot before exiting to an open section.
A minute north and boom-- Peek-a-boo appeared, steps up fifteen feet followed by arches into a winding almost too narrow climbing slot. This wasn't a canyon, this was an amusement ride-- climb up with feet pushing on slick sides up a curved edge and then down a slick bowl, moving our bodies in all kind of fun ways.
Following the directions to a tee now, learning from past mistakes, we exited the slot and climbed a ridge east toward Spooky Slot. A Frenchman warned us on the way that a big boulder blocked the path and Spooky was not doable. Undeterred, we set out to see for ourselves. Spooky was spooky-- with even narrower claustrophobic passages but with less climbing-- that is until the "jungle of chokestones delight" as described by the guidebook. Climbing on top of the chokestone the drop off was twenty feet, too far to jump and no way to climb down-- too smooth. Blocked.
And then I saw a stone underneath the chokestone, and a path just wide enough to wiggle down between, using a well placed foot on a side rock to scoot down to a safe few feet distance to drop down. Blake went first, both of us deciding to go for it, hoping no other chokestone beyond would block out exit as the climb back up this one could be tricky.
Both making it through the drop, we proceeded quickly down canyon, adrenaline running and hearts pumping as the knobby walls narrowed and curved. A few tricky down climbs but all doable, we celebrated as we exited the scary fun Spooky slot and returned to our car and civilization. I had rented a cabin at the outfitters and was excited to sleep in a real bed for the first time in weeks.
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