How to celebrate Easter like a it was meant to be...

So this is my (Taylor's) 2nd official post on this here blog.


The day before Easter we headed down to ol' Green River and went trapsing out in the wilderness near there. The Mrs' family goes canyoneering pretty often, and the weather finally took a turn for the better so we decided to hit it up. It was close to the Moab/Goblin Valley/Reef National Park region. We drove on this dirt road for a few miles, then parked on what seemed like an inconspicuous patch of dirt, which was the trail head. We then hiked down into this wash that was deceptively broad and unassuming.



We followed it down as it got narrower and deeper until we reached the first rappell. Aubree's dad researches these areas beforehand and has this amazing book with all kinds of handy information about what to expect and how to maneuver through the various obstacles you encounter on the way. But I still got to be the guinea pig to make sure everything was happening like it was supposed to.

After that first rappel, we had a couple fun challenges. There was a big drop that was too short to rappel, but too long to jump down that was kinda hairy. Then we had to get over this gap by wedging ourselves between both sides of the canyon and shimmied across like common insects.


After squeezing across for a while, then traversing the cave-like slot canyon, we came to the second rappel.

We continued on through the narrow, twisting passageway, with only a narrow slit of sunlight overhead more often than not. I wondered several times what it would be like to come across the 3 foot gap from the top.



We finally made it to the last rappel, which ended up being the most straightforward and simple. It was fun.



From there we finished traversing the slot canyon to where it met up with a few others and opened up into a massive canyon system where Jesse James and company used to make their headquarters. Finding the exit was a little tricky. We had to make up for all the altitude we had lost by climbing straight up through this narrow crack. It was pretty difficult.




After finally making it back to the car, we feasted on some lunchables, pringles, and thin mint cookies.

The next day, Aubree had some mean bruises all over her from wedging between the rocks for so long and climbing up so much. Under her bicep was the worst so I snapped a picture while she was fixing her hair for church.


Kinda reminded me of Rosie the Riveter...