Utah! Fish and Owl Canyons – the big hike

The next morning we went back to the trailhead with the goal of heading into the canyon that John had started to explore the afternoon before.

Wow, that’s quite a canyon.

I made it down the first ledge.

Ummm…so gorgeous, but…does it just drop off?

I inched down a bit further.

I still appear to be approaching a dropoff.

I looked back up the way I came. I can get back up that, right?

Ok, this is looking like about as far as I’m going to get.

I’ll just take a couple of scenic shots of the sides of the canyon before turning back.

I inched out a little farther. John’s like, look, see, it’s fine. No problem.

No problem for you maybe! I know this is the correct route down, but occasional cairn piles marking the route into a huge canyon doesn’t feel like a “trail” to me. Sorry, but I’m heading back up! Get me outta here.

It was very pretty, but I figured I had seen enough. I took a few more pictures on my way out. It was really stunning.

A final backward glance – geez, I went out there?

Almost to the top…

Ugh, I have to get back up that. Can you see Biska’s little face up there in the shadows, looking out over the canyon, waiting for me? I’m coming Biska!

John walked behind, helping me when I needed a boost or a steady hand. He and Biska were acting like they were taking a walk in the park.

Finally I was out of the canyon (whew).

Biska and I sat and rested at the top while John hiked along the cliff edge to see where the two canyons intersected. I had no interest in peering over the edge. It was peaceful on the mesa and I didn’t mind waiting.

Here’s John’s photos from the edge of the top of the canyon.

The next morning, we headed home. We often go to Utah around the time of John’s birthday, because it’s one of his favorite things to do.

There should always be cheesecake at the end of every trail. Happy Birthday, John!

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