One casualty of the rushed pace is photo stops. There are some views of 50-mile Mountain that are simply breathtaking, with green meadow (or so it looks at a shallow angle, really just shrubs on sand) dotted with trees, and even snow up on the ridge. By the time I finally dare to clamor for a 5-second photo stop it's too late, we're past the phenomenal view, and when we get back again it will be dark.
With no further ado, we park and go straight off to the canyons. No time to waste.
Climbing into Peekaboo Gulch
Stopped by a mud hole. It takes a carefully planned sequence of steps to get across it without sliding in and getting your boots wet.
After this place, it's all clean dry fun...
Here we are, done Peekaboo in 40 minutes flat. Now to cross the desert to Spooky, a couple of canyons over.
The wide open sandy area at the top of Spooky is just too tempting. I challenge Jody to write his name in the sand. Bob goes in to add the obligatory second word - "Jody Rocks". They don't get finished.
As it's getting seriously dark now, there's not as much photography in Spooky even though it's a more interesting canyon than the other one. There's one place where you have to wiggle through sideways, and if you have more than 32 waist or so, you have to breathe out or you'll get stuck!
Done, in 40 minutes, like the other one. We hike back to the cars. We brought lights of course, and the trail is clearly marked, and Andrew has every step we walked recorded on the GPS, so there is no human way to get lost.
