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The Fun Scale

Tough_Mudder_Walk_the_PlankEver since I started capturing some of our adventurous activities, I’ve been asked, “What is type 2 fun anyway?” The short answer that I give has become our motto, “It’s fun when it’s done!” Basically, it’s an activity that is not fun at the time you are doing it–but you remember it being fun. That is type 2 fun in it’s simplest form, but it can actually get rather complex, rather quickly. What is fun?  What is fun for one person is not necessarily fun for another. As you can see, it is very subjective. There are actually three types of fun. If you are not aware of this already, let me introduce you to The Fun Scale:

 

The Fun Scale

Type 1:  An activity that is fun while you are doing it.

Type 2: An activity that is not fun, but you remember it being fun.

Type 3: An activity that was never fun and usually involves near death experiences or conditions so horrific that your life is put into jeopardy.

 

Now, in my opinion, the majority of people set out in search of type 1 fun.  This is the purest form of fun and the activity is enjoyable when it’s actually happening.  People want to enjoy themselves whether it be hiking, camping, biking, running, climbing, paddling, etc.  The list goes on and on.

So, when does type 1 fun become type 2?  This usually happens when the type 1 activity has gone on too long or has become so uncomfortable or painful that you hate it.  Type 2 fun is not fun.  Normal people usually don’t set out to find type 2 fun, it just happens.  The sneaky thing about type 2 fun is that, as time passes you start to remember it as being fun — the type 1 kind.  That is a dangerous thing, as you tend to repeat the same activities that were not fun at the time.

Type 3 fun is the furthest away you can get from actually having fun.  It usually involves extremely poor planning, bad judgement, or circumstances out of your control.  The phase “don’t die, don’t die, don’t die…” is usually running through the mind of someone experiencing type 3 fun.

To help illustrate the differences between the types 1 and 2  fun, here are some examples:

Type 1: Running in a light rain in the summer
Type 2: Running in a hail storm

Type 1: Hiking in a beautiful forest
Type 2: Hiking in a beautiful forest, getting temporarily lost, and ending up doubling your planned mileage… in the cold

Type 1: Rock climbing
Type 2: Rock climbing in the dark

Type 1: Morning  jog
Type 2: Obstacle course races (and yet we keep signing up)

Type 1: Road trips
Type 2: Family road trips  🙂

Like I said before, this is all very subjective.  A lot depends on your sense of adventure and pain tolerance.  Interestingly enough, the most memorable experiences usually involve type 2 fun and are the stories that are shared  around the campfire for years to come.  The important thing is that we’re out there looking for fun.  Even type 2 fun is fun… at least we remember it being fun.

Share your type 2 experiences in the comments below!

 

 

 

Buckskin Gulch

I love it when I’m right. It wasn’t long ago when I predicted this trip to Buckskin Gulch was going to be epic. If anything, I underestimated it. This thirteen mile slot canyon is the longest and deepest canyon in the Southwest and is one of the best hikes I’ve done.  It will be hard to top…but I’m not afraid to try.

The crew was supposed to consist of six hikers, but was reduced to five at the last minute. Major bummer not having Leo with us, but there is always next time. We left Phoenix in the late afternoon with a planned stop in Page, AZ for a fast-food dinner before reaching our final destination–White House Trailhead. All went as planned as we rolled in around 11pm and setup camp as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb the other sleeping campers. With the moonbuckskin-gulch-white-house-trailhead being so bright, we attempted to get some sleep and ready ourselves for the day ahead. We were awakened at 6:30am by the other hikers preparing for the first shuttle. We had one hour before our ride would be there to take us to the Wire Pass Trailhead where we would begin our adventure into the slot canyon known as Buckskin Gulch.

Breaking camp was uneventful and Susan, from Paria River Outpost and Guides,was right on time. We loaded up, headed out, and engaged in some interesting conversation along the way. Apparently Susan, our shuttle driver, had made the same hike we were about to do–once–about 19 years ago. “Never again!” and “Better you than me!” were some of her comments. Apparently she did not have a good experience, and this set everyone on edge, especially Rob, who is a bit claustrophobic. We knew it was going to be a long 8 to 10 hour day, and we felt we were ready. As we crossed a small bridge over the Paria river, I took note of the water level, as we would be hiking up the same river the next day. It seemed to be about 3 to 6 inches deep and fairly wide at that spot. “Should be ineresting,” I thought to myself as we all had different approaches to hiking in cold water.

buckskin-gulch-wire-passThe 30 minute drive to the Wire Pass Trailhead was quick, and we were anxious to get on the trail. We started off around 8:30am and headed into the dry stream bed, that consisted of mostly loose sand. We had a GPS lock on the Wire Pass and Buckskin Gulch intersection. Unfortunately, the GPS showed a straight shot and we had to follow the wash as it snaked through the desert until the canyon walls started to rise up around us.

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I think the tightest spot of the trip was just a few hundred yards into the slot.  I actually ripped my REI Flash 65 backpack on the rough canyon walls as I tried to squeeze through.  My pack needed some added character, and a few small tears in the mesh side pockets did the trick.  I’ll take it slower next time.  We stopped at the arch for a group picture just before Wire Pass connected with Buckskin Gulch.

buckskin-gulch-slot-canyonI decided to take my Canon DSLR camera on the trip at the last minute, and I’m so glad that I did.  From the moment we got into the canyon it was difficult not to take pictures of EVERYTHING!  Around every corner there was a new and magnificent sight.  Beams of light would stream down from the sun, somewhere above, and wash over the canyon walls.  At times it felt as if you were in a tunnel of solid rock and could see the bright light at it’s end.  The red and pink hues of the Navajo sandstone were vibrant with streaks of black stains left by water.

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We hiked for several hours before taking a break for lunch.  Our goal was to get to Middle Trail which marked… the middle.  We were told that it was sometimes difficult to find and that many people walk right past it.  By this time we were pretty hungry and due for a good rest so we were extra vigilant.  We had it marked on a GPS and knew were were within a half mile.  Note: It is VERY difficult to get a GPS signal once you enter the canyon.  We found the Middle Trail with no issue and discussed how diffucult it would be to use the escape route.  We agreed it was all dependant on how hard it was raining and how much you valued your life.  The scamble up didn’t seem too bad.  Pretty sure anyone would scamper up it, especially in a thunder storm.

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After lunch and a well deserved rest, we headed out for our next obstacle, the Rock Jam.  Notice I didn’t say “The Cesspool.”  Buckskin Gulch was very dry all the way through. Even in the dry season The Cesspool usually has water in it, and there is no way around.  We counted ourselves lucky as this time we were unable to tell where it was.  There were a few boulder jams along the way.  Nothing too difficult, but we took it slow to reduce the risk of twisting an ankle so far away from civilization.  There were many logs wedged between the canyon walls high overhead as a subtle reminder of just how high the water can get in this canyon.

buckskin-gulch-rock-jam-rabbit-holeThe Rock Jam has what is called a “rabbit hole.”  There must be very big rabbits in this area as I envisioned having to crawl into a small opening to go under the enormous boulder pile.  The “rabbit hole” is huge and is at times full of debris making it impassible.  This time it was wide open and even had a “new-ish” rope to aide in the down climb.  Definetly doable without the rope, but easier with.  It seemed to be about ten feet down the slanted rock to the canyon floor, under the boulder and the famous Rock Jam was at our backs as we headed out.

We began looking for the water seeping from the rock as we hoped to refill our CamelBacks for the trip tomorrow.  Soon enough a small (very small) stream of water appeared on the trail.  It looked pretty “sketchy” as it was full of algae.  We knew the safe camp was close and hoped to find a bit better water source to filter from.

buckskin-gulch-safe-camp-tentAfter nine hours of hiking we rolled into camp.  This campsite is one of my most favorite sites I’ve ever been in.  It seems to be a huge  reddish sand dune with grass and trees growing out of it.  There is a trail that leads to the top and takes you about 30 feet above the canyon floor to an area that can easily hold 4-5 two-man tents.  There was another site below us that a group of three hikers used that was beautiful with trees for their hammock.  Also across the canyon were at least two more sites that  could fit a couple of small tents.  We were very suprised to find out that we were the only two groups staying that night.

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We set up our tents and went to assess the water situation.  We found a small spot where the water was about three inches deep and flowing clear.  We were a bit paranoid and decided to err on the side of caution by double filtering.  It was probably overkill, but we did not want to have anyone getting sick.  We filtered enough water to refill our CamelBacks, cook dinner with and have a bit extra just incase.

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We had met the three hikers early in the day and passed each other multiple times as each rested or stopped for photographs.  One of them turned out to be Brian Lane, the author of Hikernut’s Grand Canyon Companion.  We chatted a bit was we filtered our water.  He had a UV light that purified his water and I’ve been wanting one ever since!  A real nice group of people and we wish them the best as they hike all the big canyons of the Southwest.

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The Buckskin Gulch is a pristine canyon where you “take only pictures and leave only footprints.”  You are required to pack everything out and I mean everything!  While we were filtering water, Julia had taken it upon hereself to read the directions to the “Human Waste Containment Bags.”  Apparently, these are pretty sophisticated little sacks and are much more high-tech than one might think.  The only question now was… who was going to try it first?  I am very disappointed to say that everyone suffered a severe case of stage fright.  And to think that I was actually excited to give it a go!

Dinner was great, as it always is after a long day in the boots.  Mountain House all around with a little bit of chocolate mousse for dessert.  I could tell it was going to be an early night especially after seeing Rob shuffling around the campsite with his treking pole.  Thirteen and a half miles makes for a long day… and a good nights sleep.  After a small dose of Tylenol PM, we were sound asleep… no matter how crazy bright the moon was.

We slept in until about 7am and woke up to an absolutely beautiful morning.  We cooked breakfast and packed up.  We were not in a huge hurry as none of us looked forward to hiking up the frigid waters of the Paria River.  When we finally got going, we headed down off the hill and through Brian’s now empty campsite.  Well, almost empty.  As we passed through we a scared a turkey out of one of the bushes.  Seriously, a real turkey!  I have no idea how it got in the canyon as it doesn’t seem to belong there.  I was lucky enough to get a picture of it because I know there will be many who won’t believe me.

buckskin-gulch-slot-canyonThe next quarter mile or so was my favorite part of the canyon.  The canyon walls rose straight up out of the sandy bottom to over 300 feet.  One truly feels insignifcant while walking these corridors.  It was absolutely stunning.  I wish I would have taken more pictures in this area.  I think I was just awe-struck and forgot.

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 Following the stream down the canyon we noticed a side slot.  Can this be the Paria River?  There was no water.  I was pretty sure we needed to continue down stream and fully expected a much different scene at the confluence.  buckskin-gulch-paria-riverJeff decided to walk up the side canyon for a better look and ran into two day hikers.  We asked them where they started from and were shocked when they said White House Trailhead.  I was even more shocked when they told us that this was the most water they had seen all day.  The Paria River was dry.  It was flowing the day before when I took note as we crossed the bridge.  It must have gone underground at some point.  So much for hiking in cold water… Yipee!

We hiked up the Paria dry wash all the way back to our car parked at White House Trailhead.  The hike was an uneventful four and a half hours, except for a rattlesnake!  buckskin-gulch-rattle-snakeIt was actually the second one we’d seen in two days.  Neither one seemed to be the small “midget” snakes that I had read about before the trip.  These appeared to be the real deal and I would estimate them being about 4 footers.  Other than the snake, it was a long hot slog back to the car while the canyon walls slowly disappear around you as well as the shade.  Although the landscape is beautiful in it’s own way, it’s hard to appreciate it with the spectacular views of the inner canyon still fresh in your mind.

buckskin-gulch-slot-canyon-sandThe 21 miles of this latest adventure will not be soon forgotten.  Rob and Carla did absolutely amazing, this being one of their first major adventures with many more to come.  It’s always fun to hike with Jeff and Julia and sense the excitement as our adventure unfolds.  I must say, we had it pretty good with the weather being as nice as it was and the lack of water to hike/wade through.  We just might be getting spoiled.

Even though this trip only had hints of Type Two Fun mixed in (long, hot, second day), the overall adventure was just as I predicted it would be… EPIC!

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Get your permits from:

 Arizon BLM website for the Paria Canyon Wilderness Area.

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Weaver’s Needle – Superstition Mountains – Az

After the past trip into the Superstition Mountains, I’ve realized they can’t all be Type Two Fun.  This one was pretty much type one all the way.  Everything seemed to go as planned, with no crazy shifts in the weather or gear malfunctions.  I think we even remembered most everything, which is somewhat shocking.  With my pack weighing in at 32lbs for an overniter, what could I have possibly forgotten?  Because a third of my pack weight was water (that’s how we roll in the desert), it was heavy, but not the heaviest.  Rob weighed in with a 47 pounder!  Dude, we’re gonna be gone less than 24 hrs!  More on that a bit later.

We’ve hiked this route several times and usually stop at Fremont Saddle.  Once we actually climbed Weaver’s Needle and camped out on top… and nearly died.  Check out the trip report here.  But this trip is special for me because I’m taking my boy, Connor, with me.  While he has been camping many times, this will be his first backpacking trip.  I know, shame on me, I feel horrible about it, but better late than never.  With water, Connor’s pack came in at 23 lbs which is a pretty heavy pack for an 80 pound kid.

Our crew started out at the Peralta Trail TH about mid afternoon.  Goal was to make it to the Pinion camp site before dark, as we did not have the GPS coordinates but had a general idea of its location.  Other than the weather being a bit on the warm side, the hike up the valley was beautiful, and we made only the occasional stop in the shade.  Because it was so hot, we constantly reminded each other to keep drinking.  We started out pretty late in the day, so we only passed a few people coming down the trail. 

We stopped for a break at the cave that looks over the valley from where we’d come.  Refueled with some quick snacks, we topped out at Fremont Saddle shortly after.  I love the view of the needle from there as it looks so rugged and extreme.  After a few minutes of taking in the desert views, we set off.  We always seem to have difficulties finding the trail down.  Take the trail to the west and expect to quickly switchback to the east.  The trail is well defined once you are on it.  After about 30 minutes of easy downhill hiking, we rolled into Pinion camp.

The sun hadn’t quite set and we all picked out the perfect spots for our respective tents.  Some spots were more perfect than others.  I try to get as level as possible and furthest away from known snorers.  We succeeded, and with such an amazing view of Weaver’s Needle in the back ground, there was little to complain about. 

Pinion camp seemed to have about 5-6 decent spots for small tents with one main fire-ring and 1 or 2 smaller ones.   We gathered a few sticks for a small fire to gather around during dinner.  Being in the desert at a popular spot, the firewood pickings were slim as expected.  Now, apparently my good friend Rob is not into lightweight backpacking, in fact just the opposite.  This guy actually brought a 5 lbs DuraFlame log!!!  Who brings fake wood camping?!?!?!  Not just camping but backpacking!  We had a good laugh and gave him a hard time, but truth be told, it made for a nice fire that lasted well into the night.  Thanks, Rob!  Just don’t tell anyone. 

Why does dinner taste so good around a campfire?  I don’t think it’s actually the food, as I have never craved freeze-dried cardboard loaded with sodium when at home.  But for some reason after a good hike and sitting next to a campfire with good company, it’s the best thing ever!  We all had Mountain House freeze-dried meals that are super light, but require water, and water is heavy.  I boiled water for everyone with my JetBoil. 

I love that little stove.  It boils 2 cups of water in about 2 minutes and is so easy to set up, clean up and pack up.  It worked great except that the igniter broke, and I had to light it with my lighter.  I guess it’s time to put REI to the test on their return policy.  I had the Mac and Cheese and gave Connor the chicken and mashed potatoes (my favorite).  Apparently it was pretty good, as we scraped the bags clean even though there were two servings.  Dessert was suppose to be Double Chocolate Cheesecake but ended up like pudding, which was good enough for us as we polished it off as well.

Sitting around the campfire after a good meal is one of my favorite things in the whole world.  The moon was pretty brigh,t and you could actually see the outline of the needle and the surrounding rock formations.  We reminisced about other trips we’d done and chatted about future ones.  I was able to scare Rob with the ol’ growling water bottle trick.  The funny thing was, we had just told the story 10 minutes before about scaring Leo when hiking through the Bear Tooths.  Good times!

We retreated to our tents around 10:30 and went to bed.  Connor slept like a rock, as I expected he would after the hike with a heavy pack and now a full belly.  I wish I could sleep like that.  Unfortunately, I’m still struggling with my Big Agnes sleeping bag, and I tend to sweat on top and freeze on the bottom. The temperature only dropped into the mid 50’s, really nice actually.  Other than that, the night was quiet until morning when I was awaken by something eating grass and running around my tent.  Pretty sure it was a rabbit or two, and it was time to get up and get going anyway.

After a breakfast of instant oatmeal and Mountain House “Breakfast Skillet” (good stuff), we packed up and headed out.  We stopped for a quick break and a few photos at Fremont Saddle.  There were a lot people there compared to the afternoon before.  The trip down was very fas,t and we made good time even with the streams of people on the trail.  It was amazing how you could wake up feeling like you were out in the middle of nowhere and within 1 hour be surrounded by 30 people.

We made it back to the trailhead (a bit faster than I expected) and signed our group out at the log book.  I remember thinking that this was one of the smoothest trips I had been on.  Definitely not a Type Two Fun trip, but a fun one just the same.  Heck, we even had a fake fire!  These are the kinds of trips that blur into oblivion after time because nothing crazy happened to set it apart.  The one thing that I will remember from this trip is being with my son on his first backpack trip.  He did great and I am so proud of him and look forward to many more adventures in the future.