Mesquite Sand Dunes, Stovepipe Wells
The following morning I woke up, and because coffee was advertized as "available in the lobby" I went to the lobby. It was 7am. I asked the clerk if she had any idea what time sunrise was supposed to be:"7:17" Okidoki. I grabbed the car keys, the coffee and the camera, and headed out for the third trip. I got there just in time to watch the western peaks start to catch the light, and then to follow the shadow line as it raced down the mountain and across the plain to the dunes. Watching the bush next to me go from shadow to glowing with light in just thirty seconds was like watching it blossom in spring in one of those time lapse photography documentaries.
Mosaic Canyon
Yesterday's hike was such a hit that we agree to pick another one for this morning. It's AMK's turn to choose, and she picks Mosaic Canyon, which has the advantage of being just up the street. It will also get us back on the road in ample time for our 1pm deadline. Mosaic Canyon
Length: ½ to 2 miles, one-way.
Difficulty: moderate
Start: Mosaic Canyon parking area, 2 miles from Stovepipe Wells Village on graded gravel road.
Description: Popular walk up a narrow, polished marble-walled canyon. First ½ mile is narrowest section. Some slickrock scrambling necessary. “Mosaics” of fragments of rocks cemented together can be seen in canyon walls. Big-horn sheep sighted occasionally.
Having completed the aforementioned narrow half mile of polished marble, the canyon opens up considerably, and offers two markedly different paths. We opt for by far the most interesting-looking, which follows a knife-edge in the middle of the canyon floor.
I was not kidding about the knife edge. At several points there were serious debates between mind and matter and matter only just kept the upper hand. After a while the trail connected with the northern canyon wall, and became narrower and narrower. Click on the picture of John marking the eventual end of the trail. An angel with pony-tail, craggy beard and pipe sat watching the three mountain goats pondering the descent. Angel or devil? He guided us to the absolute end of the trail and then encouraged us to leap. AMK went first, fluttering down like Woodstock descending from Snoopy's kennel. John next, without mishap (surprise). Finally I train-wrecked. We will not be going back that way.
The canyon narrows again, until we're clambering over boulders big as Volkswagons, and finally squeezing through gaps between boulders big as double-decker buses. Time to turn around.
No surprise that we're much faster on the descent. No side trips. We pass the angel/devil who has only moved a hundred yards or so and is still (presumably) dispersing wisdom to another hiker who has wandered into his purview. |