Our next destination is the Goblin Valley State Park whose entrance is guarded by the Three Kings.

Prospectors and other travelers passing through the Capitol Gorge in the late 1800s left their names on a wall of rock that came to be known as the Pioneer Register. This is but one of several dozens of inscriptions that appear on the very distinctive wall.

After taking the scenic drive, the girls and I set out on a short hike into Capitol Gorge. Maya seeks refuge from the sun in a waterpocket that seems perfectly sized for her.

This little gal was walking right down the middle of a dirt road we were on and eventually pulled over to let us pass. Jeanine says it is a quail.

Our home away from home is serving us well. It is large enough that everyone has adequate space and small enough that it is not a chore to drive. It is equipped with air conditioning and furnace, an electrical generator, bathroom and shower, table with booth seating, a kitchen with sink, range, microwave and refrigerator and sleeping areas for five. It served as a great mobile base of operations and we rarely spent the night in the same place twice.

The one-room schoolhouse, constructed by residents in 1896, also served as a community center. The desks were movable and the community enjoyed dances and socials in the little building. Nico and Kyle, not great fans of historical sights, remained in the RV playing chess while Maya, Jeanine and I met up with a park ranger inside who shared details about the history of the building and community.

The Mormon settled town of Fruita at the junction of the Freemont River and Sulpher Creek is our first stop. Regretably, we are a few days late to sample peaches direct from the orchards which sustain this small enclave nestled at one end of the Waterpocket Fold which defines Capitol Reef National Park. A nearly 100-mile long warp in the Earth’s crust, the Waterpocket Fold is a classic monocline: a regional fold with one very steep side in an area of otherwise nearly horizontal layers. A monocline is a “step-up” in the rock layers.

Today’s travel begins in Capitol Reef National Park which is known for having the most intensely colored sandstone.

Each morning, Jeanine takes time to have some hot tea and write in her journal. I must remember to inquire what she wrote about on our vacation.

While en route to our campground in Torrey, UT we stop for a short climb to get a close look at ancient pictographs know as the Hundred Handprints. If you click on the image for a higher resolution view you will see the handprints about 50 feet above where Kyle is sitting which is a good 30 feet above the base of this cliff wall. One has to wonder how the creators of this montage were able to reach such heights.

I believe this area should be renamed from the Devil’s Garden to the Devil’s Playground. If not for the need to begin travelling to our next campground the kids would have been happy to spend the entire day here. Some rather brief but intense rain made us happy we had completed our slot canyon hike earlier in the day.

Monkey see, monkey do. Maya will not be out done by her brothers.

For a kid with one leg, Nicolai hasn’t the slightest difficulty or least bit of fear in leaping from one stone perch to another.

Our afternoon destination is the Devil’s Garden where the kids, now quite well versed in scaling sandstone walls, find a playground made of stone.

The boys who are often reluctant to pose for me, were quite happy to let me capture this moment. I do believe this would make a nice poster.

 
This feels a lot like our holiday card photo for the year and for those of our friends and family who follow this blog you now know the story behind it.

By now you might be wondering what would possess a sane person to make this journey across the desert, through foul water, over a dead cow, and up and down the walls of a 30 foot deep slot canyon. If you enjoy venturing to the most beautiful natural places in the world this photograph should begin to help you understand.

 
Even Maya was not skinny enough to avoid having to climb up the walls to move forward. Kyle once again looks after the safety of his little sister. All of us had to help each other at various times and I was inspired by the teamwork the family demonstrated in order to get everyone in and out of the canyon.

 
The slot narrows considerably as we advance. In many places you must chimney up the sides because the base is too narrow for even a single foot or to create enough clearance for your body to slip through.

 
Kyle was good enough to go back for his sister and ferry her across the water which would have reached much higher on her short little body. Maya please remember to thank your brother again should you read this some number of years from now.

The rest of us had to walk through the thigh deep stagnant, slimy, stinky, and suprisingly cold water. Jeanine was way outside her comfort zone but mustered the conviction to forge on. What a trooper. The boys had advanced deeper into the canyon and were reporting a dead cow just ahead. I managed to convince Jeanine and Maya that the boys were just trying to scare them. Meanwhile I threatened to throttle the boys if they uttered another word. They had in fact discovered the skull of a cow next to a suspiciously cow like mound of debris. I saw little value in sharing this news with their mother until after she had traversed the water obstacle.

Recent rains left portions of the narrow canyon filled with water. Nicolai enjoys a unique advantage in overcoming this obstacle.

When we arrive at the entrance to the slot canyon, Kyle decides to lighten the load by emptying his sneakers of sand.

Since we were following a river wash, the elevation change was minimal, but the last quarter of a mile was through deep sand, which takes a significant amount of energy to traverse.

 
Today we ventured far off the beaten path and did a 5 mile hike to a seldom visited slot canyon. We left early in the day to avoid risk of rain the chances of which increased into the afternoon.

 
The last portion of the trail is a very steep climb and takes you past some of the largest hoodoos. The kids seemed to enjoy the day immensely and I was thrilled that they appeared to fully appreciate the beauty and uniqueness of this very special place. Our next waypoint is the Escalante Petrified Forest State Park where we will spend the evening.

As we began to climb out of the canyon, Maya became exhausted. Kyle offered to carry her and did so for quite a long distance in addition to his water-laden pack . What a beast!

Attention soon turned to a ground-based rock arch, which took more than a little effort to perfect.

As the kids complete their carin construction, Jeanine spots this interesting-looking bird, which seems confused by the appearance of large rocks in her tree.

 
Demonstrating excellent teamwork, Maya delivers stones to Kyle. He jumps and hands them off to Nicolai who stacks them on a sturdy branch.

 
Naturally, our children decide that they will contribute a carin of their own and that it should be higher in a tree than any other.