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Tam Hunt: Getting Back to Nature Is a Pack Full of Adventures

Sunset from the West Rim in Zion National Park.

Sunset from the West Rim in Zion National Park.  (Tam Hunt photo)

By Tam Hunt |

2012 was my year of backpacking. Returning from Europe earlier in the year, from my fourth trip to Europe in five years, and flying over the Sierra Nevada, I realized that I should stay a bit closer to home for a while. I needed to explore the wealth of the West before gallivanting off to more far-flung locations.

What do we learn from nature? Well, let’s see ...

I went on four backpacking trips in 2012, three to Yosemite National Park and one to Zion National Park in Utah. Two of my trips were with friends and two were solo. I enjoy hiking and camping by myself, and sometimes seek it out actively, but generally speaking, as with most activities, it’s more fun to share experiences with others.

Another major inspiration for my trips was my rekindled interest in photography. I’ve dabbled for years (who hasn’t nowadays) in photography, but started getting a little more serious after getting a new Nikon.

Yosemite and Zion are so beautiful that they sometimes seem to be overlooked, the way an obviously beautiful woman may be overlooked by hipster-types seeking a less accessible kind of beauty. I’m still awed by the beauty of these parks and shall continue to seek them out for years to come before their beauty wears thin with me.

My first trip to Yosemite, in August, was a warm-up. I hadn’t been to Yosemite in decades and had never really explored it well. I felt, upon gazing upon Yosemite from the famous Tunnel View, just as Lafayette Bunnell did as the first Westerner to gaze upon this seemingly preternatural beauty:

“None but those who have visited this most wonderful valley, can even imagine the feelings with which I looked upon the view that was there presented. The grandeur of the scene was but softened by the haze that hung over the valley — light as gossamer — and by the clouds which partially dimmed the higher cliffs and mountains. This obscurity of vision but increased the awe with which I beheld it, and as I looked, a peculiar exalted sensation seemed to fill my whole being, and I found my eyes in tears with emotion.”

On this first trip I scouted out a couple of locations for more serious hiking and backpacking, and camped out near Nevada Fall. I got my first blisters in years and realized that Vaseline would have been really helpful to stop my thighs from chafing, as would ChapStick for my lips.

My second trip was more of an adventure. I convinced two of my friends to join me on a hike up Tenaya Canyon — the one area marked on the map as “strongly discouraged” — to Clouds Rest, at 9,931 feet the highest point in the Valley area. I discovered after visiting this area in real life that Google Earth can be a bit deceptive regarding actual terrain ... What was supposed to be a 1½-day up-and-back overnighter ended up becoming two and a half days and required hitch hiking to get back to civilization. The trip was epic, we survived, and my friend, Diana, swore to never join me again on a backpacking trip if I was the planner.

The third trip, in November, took us out-of-state, to my first love: Zion. While Yosemite’s gray granite beauty suggests permanence and solidity, Zion’s red rock sandstone and water-carved canyons suggest a more fragile beauty. Late fall light only enhanced this feeling and I realized from this trip that cold weather should be a bonus, not a deterrent, to backpacking.

Adventure beckoned again, with my friend, Cameron, reprising his role in our Yosemite adventure and my long-time Heterosexual Life Partner (as a mutual friend of ours designated him), Justin, also joining us this time. I planned the Zion adventure, too, and got as much flak from my buddies as I had for the Yosemite planning. But my brand of adventure requires some seat-of-the-pants navigation, or it wouldn’t be adventure.

We hiked up about 5,000 feet, past Angels Landing, to Horse Pasture Plateau and the West Rim. The view isn’t quite as breathtaking as that first glimpse of Yosemite Valley, but it’s a close second.

Zion National Park’s Phantom Valley from the West Rim. (Tam Hunt photo)
Zion National Park’s Phantom Valley from the West Rim. (Tam Hunt photo)

We found a secret down-rappel location from the West Rim and discovered that we could indeed rappel into Phantom Valley — if we had a different route back out of the valley, or two ropes. We had only one rope and didn’t have the time to hike out to the west. So we rappelled and scrambled down as far as we could with one rope, chalked it up as a scouting expedition and vowed to return in the spring.

We camped out on Horse Pasture Plateau, with the three of us sharing my two-person tent. Staggering head to feet to head did the trick. The extra warmth was worth the cramped conditions. We woke at dawn and got warm without anything hot because someone, who shall remain un-named, had left the gas valve on the stove open the night before.

We broke for lunch at the trailhead for Angels Landing and took a quick, but scary, jaunt out to the end of the Landing. I swear this is the most dangerous public park trail in the country. Sheer cliffs, sometimes on both sides, are frequent and one little slip could — and does about once a year — literally end what would otherwise have been a really good day, for good.

Epic adventure No. 2: completed.

Having acquired a taste for winter, I decided to tackle Yosemite in the cold months, and to photograph her beauty in a very different mood. I couldn’t convince anyone to join me this time, so solo I went. I bought snowshoes and some good cold weather gear. I even bought real hiking boots, dispensing with my customary running shoes.

My target was Mount Starr King. The name alone required that I visit it. This peak is south of Half Dome and a bit higher, at 9,092 feet. It has an accompanying lake: Starr King Lake. My plan was to hike up the John Muir Trail to Little Yosemite Valley and then strike cross country, in snow shoes, to Starr King Lake, camp out at the lake in the snow and attempt to climb Mount Starr King.

None of that happened.

Well, most of none of that happened. I did hike up the John Muir Trail to Little Yosemite Valley, but that’s about as far as I got. I actually went a couple of miles further, to Moraine Fall, and camped there. There wasn’t any snow to speak of even in Little Yosemite Valley and I forgot a pretty key fact: streams and rivers get a lot bigger in winter from rain and snow melt. So I couldn’t cross over the stream for a long while and, yet again, Google Earth fooled me into thinking the slopes up to Starr King Lake are more gentle than they are in real life.

After hiking almost six hours with a full backpack, I decided to abandon my original plan, make camp and scramble around some of the Moraine Dome area. Setting up camp I realized that my water bottle had leaked all over my sleeping bag. This was unfortunate since it was about 45 degrees in early afternoon and I was anticipating a very cold night. Somehow, not only had the water leaked only on my sleeping bag, but it had gotten into the hood of my sleeping bag, probably the worst place it could have leaked. I set up my tent and left my sleeping bag on a rock to dry in the sun while I did some rock scrambling on the slopes around the campsite.

I returned two hours later, with evening already falling around 4:30 p.m. and a still-very-wet sleeping bag. Luckily, I had brought plenty of fire-starting stuff. Well, not luckily, because I had actually planned ahead.

Unfortunately, none of it worked to get a fire going. My wax cotton tinders were not strong enough to get the damp kindling going. And my limited tissue paper supply didn’t do the trick. Finally, my backup heating candle (“18 minutes to heat a cup of tea”) couldn’t get the damp wood to cooperate either. I finally gave up and resigned myself to enjoying the three wicks of the heating candle as my evening’s entertainment and warmth. I tried to dry my sleeping bag with the candle and succeeded mostly in just burning holes in the nylon.

This didn’t stay fun very long, so I ate a delicious veggie chili and avocado dinner and went to bed at 6. There’s not much to do when camping alone, without a fire, in the middle of winter. I did stay up a couple of hours in my tent, enjoying some hot green tea and listening to audiobooks on my iPhone.

I was a good camper and bear-proofed my food supplies by hoisting them into a tree. I also kept a large knife right next to me in my tent just in case any wild animals got some wild ideas about invading my tent.

A bear kept pawing around my camp all night and on a few occasions pushed his jaw up against my tent. But he didn’t actually attack me.

All right, I’m lying: there was no bear other than in my fearful imagination. But it’s amazing what a bad night’s sleep, cold and ancestral fear of the wild can do to a person. The wind did push the rain fly up against my head a few times, enough to wake me, and I swear I saw a large bear muzzle silhouetted by the new moon outside my tent when I peered out in dismay. But no bear actually attacked me or my food, and there were no bear prints outside in the morning. I didn’t have to use my large knife to do any bear slayin’.

Yosemite Valley in winter. (Tam Hunt photo)
Yosemite Valley in winter. (Tam Hunt photo)

So why camp solo in winter, get scared to death, and not achieve much of what I set out to achieve? Well ... I’d do it again because we get soft in the cocoon provided by civilization. It’s good to be reminded of how much we have going for us. I’m so soft I can’t even sleep well with a thin sleeping pad and sleeping bag. I need a double pillow top mattress nowadays. Soft, I tell you.

Near Vernal Fall in Yosemite National Park. (Tam Hunt photo)
Near Vernal Fall in Yosemite National Park. (Tam Hunt photo)

It’s good to be reminded that there are natural creatures that could harm us if we gave them the chance. It’s good to challenge ourselves, to rediscover the beauty in nature, and to share it with others. I’d do it again, sleeping in a wet sleeping bag in Yosemite in winter, anytime. But I’d bring a better sleeping pad next time. My old back needs some creature comforts.

— Tam Hunt is a Santa Barbara lawyer and writer, and blogs at Thought, Spirit, Politik. Click here to read previous columns. The opinions expressed are his own.




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» on 01.15.13 @ 12:57 AM

Ha ha, that was great Tam! As a hiker myself I enjoyed the vicarious trip through your words. Boy I know the feeling of having planned and nothing works to that plan. One thing I did learn was how to start damp fires. It takes abundant fine kindling and an ever progressively larger pyramid of ever larger sticks. But hey those are just words it gets real when you are out there on your own!

Oh, a good trick with Google Earth when planning or heck just exploring is set the terrain elevation to 3 (the max). This exaggerates the vertical simulation and gives you a distorted look at terrain. Funny thing is it closely approximates our own vertical distortion from first person perspective.

Anyway nice photos, keep at it, you have something there.

» on 01.15.13 @ 02:09 PM

Thanks AN50! Good to hear you’re a fellow nature lover and thanks for the tip on Google Earth.

» on 01.15.13 @ 03:10 PM

Tam, there’s a program you can buy called Topo! that lets you trace trails or proposed x-country routes, then builds a vertical profile to give you a better idea of the climbing and distance involved. Google Earth is nice for getting a general idea about the vegetation and exposure, but flashearth.com will overlay traces of existing trails (use the “Bing with labels” option), which makes things a little easier.

It’s good to use a tightly closed hefty trash bag to hold your sleeping bag. You might want to try the local back country, too. It’s beautiful, and you don’t have to drive as far.

Great article.

» on 01.16.13 @ 12:12 PM

Great suggestion Rambler, I forgot about Topo! I don’t get out on the trails as much as I used to and really miss it. Tearing the grand kids away from the electronic mesmerizers for a day hike is difficult. But once they get out there and experience first hand the joy of hiking and getting in touch with nature first hand it leaves an indelible impression. Of course so do stinging nettle and poison oak, but that’s another story!

» on 01.16.13 @ 03:58 PM

Take them down to Forbush Flat. It’s all downhill on the way in, and kids never complain on the downhill. Have some kind of treats in a cooler in the car to stimulate their interest in getting back up the hill.

Forbush is loaded with interesting things - fossils, blue belly fence lizards, even a few really cool scrambles along the little ridge on the other side of the flat. There’s a couple of nice picnic tables in the shade for the old folks.

When they get a little older, an overnight backpacking trip to Cottam is only about 1.5 miles further, and it is beautiful. Spring Break would be perfect timing, rain permitting.

» on 01.16.13 @ 05:45 PM

Last time I did Forbush was 10 years ago on a night hike with the scouts, so I missed all the fossils, wild life (except for imagined predators) and flowers. I like the snack idea for the kids! I usually drag them through south coast creeks and riparian for some rock hopping, but Forbush is an excellent alternative as is Cottam when they get older. Thanks for the tip!

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