It was still quite early by the time we completed setting up our tents. It was officially a 'lazy afternoon' and we had time on our hands. We therefore decided that a short walk down to the Coyote Gulch-Escalante River confluence might be a nice way to burn off a couple of hours before dinner. With just a water bottle in hand, we started off down-canyon. According to the map, the confluence was less than a mile away.
We very quickly reached the point at which the backpacking route headed off uphill, up the sandy slope that led to crack-in-the-wall, and the way out onto the flat desert tablelands above. But we weren't interested in that right now - we wanted to see if we could get down to the confluence of Coyote Gulch's stream and the Escalante. Given the ranger's warning the previous day, I was especially keen to see the Escalante River myself, and compare his warning to the actual state of the river.
Unfortunately, streambed access was soon blocked by a 30-foot high vertical drop. There was a scramble route around the obstacle, but it had a rather exposed, slopey section, and I didn't feel comfortable asking Ewart and Roy to cross it. So, we instead decided to hike up onto the ledges above, up to an excellent lookout point above the confluence that Jenn, Roland, Pu and I had explored in 2006.
The lookout is a wonderful spot to take in the very impressive canyon scenery of the lower Escalante. We could also see the thin ribbon of the river itself from up here, and... well, it didn't look too bad. Perhaps the distance [between us and the river] was fooling us?
The time of day and the weather conditions made for much better photography than the last time I was here, and I took time getting lots of great shots looking both upstream and downstream. I also climbed up above the rest of our group and got a few shots looking down upon them, including some wide-angle shots with them looking tiny in the corner - the sort of thing that puts scale into the scene and which shows a bit more of the grandeur of it all.
We then hiked back to camp, arriving with plenty of time to laze around some more. We sat out on the warm bedrock opposite our tents and dangled our feet in the gently-flowing stream. Ewart was keen on having a proper bath, but the depth of the stream wasn't enough. To remedy this, he embarked upon an extensive waterworks project to create a tub of sorts in which to immerse himself. In the end, mother nature proved the victor, and the too-shallow tub was slowly but surely reclaimed by the current.
It was finally time to retire to our campsite for dinner, and then prepare to set in for the night. This we did, followed by an impromptu live reading of Murder in the Chilcotin -- by the author himself. It's not every day that you get an author all the way into a desert canyon to give a reading of one of his works!
Below is a video sequence containing scenes from the second day of our Coyote Gulch Backpack. Click directly on the image below to start it.
Video, Coyote Gulch Backpack Day 2 - Click on video to start