In Travel Bloggers on Saturday 4th May, 2019

Why Bryce Canyon National Park should be on your list of US must-see destinations

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The last remaining grip of winter at Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah, United States. Source: Ian Smith

The Mossy Cave Trail in the northern section of Bryce Canyon National Park in Utah, United States is the least notable of hikes around Bryce Canyon, but it’s suddenly become popular because every other trail is closed. It’s pleasant enough but the goal is unworthy so to speak. There’s also a watercourse with a waterfall that falls short of the requirements to make a good picture, but I go anyway, remembering there was something here worth shooting.

The views of the Mossy Cave Trail in Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah, United States. Source: Ian Smith

I see it, high up on a ridge. To go or not to go? Bugger it, I’m off, the light looks terrific as I ascend yet another steep, crumbly rise towards the pillars that have shed the rubble. Because it’s so fragile it’s like two steps forward, one step back, but it’s looking more promising by the minute.

The early morning rays have highlighted the two arches I’m after and the colours are at their brightest. Then, winding across the ridge in and out of formations I reach a large curvy pillar that towers over most everything else and the view from there is an expansive 180 degrees over hoodoos, snow and forest.

Two spectacular arches on the Mossy Cave Trail, Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah, US. Source: Ian Smith

Though my legs still complain on the way down I reflect that the rest of the day might be mostly driving. I’d checked my 21 pages of research and narrowed today’s must-sees down to Calf Creek, as in Lower Calf Creek Falls specifically. The parking area was easy to spot, only $5 per vehicle, and the track was soon beneath foot. Only trouble was, it was about 3 miles (4.8 kilometres) in and 3 miles out. Had it involved more hills I may have backed down but I had the time so I set out, hoping it wouldn’t be too strenuous.

Much of it was sandy, weaving its way through formations and around washes. It was one of the more pleasant strolls I would do; people were friendly, as they mostly are on hiking trails, and the constantly changing vistas kept your mind off most of the hurt.

At one stage you were supposed to be able to see ancient Indian grain storages, but a few of us looked without result. Just after passing a large lagoon the trail twisted into yet another canyon and it is at the end of this that water could be heard splashing.

I queried a young girl about how far to go and she said, “Oh, only about half a mile from here”. About 500 metres further on I asked a mum with her children the same question and she brought out her GPS. “Exactly one mile further.” Mmmmm.

From then on there were a lot of people returning, probably around 30 in scattered groups. A father and his child had passed me some time earlier and he had been carrying a large tripod and a back pack. I speculated that perhaps, once he had set up his equipment, he might have scared them all off, so it came as no surprise when I finally reached today’s goal and, presto, only the father and his effervescent child, scurrying back and forth in bursts of energy, were there. His camera was an old Bellows style with massive plates to expose but, for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why he was shooting from where he was. It did make it easy though because we weren’t about to get in each other’s way.

Lower Calf Creek Falls, Bryce Canyon Natonal Park, US. Source: Ian Smith

The falls had a good flow, obviously benefitting from some snow nearby, and the angles were explored for a good 10-15 minutes before I retired, stopping for a while about a mile back, on a rock overlooking the lagoon, to soak up the atmosphere of this delightful place. An old couple I’d befriended earlier apparently hadn’t made it, but I was surprised to see some late arrivals just starting out when I neared the carpark; they clearly wouldn’t get back in daylight.

A couple of super fit looking women from Canada were also just leaving and I queried as to how far they’d get. They really didn’t care but were going to run it and they said I should come to British Columbia some time to hike. Luckily I was able to mention that I’d done Grouse Grind, a 2.9-kilometre trail up the face of Grouse Mountain in North Vancouver (hardest ever), so I got some instant street cred as they jogged off.

Then it was onwards and upwards, though I had no idea just how far upwards. As the road meandered through the ever-deepening snow there were pull out points to take in the vast panoramas that offered themselves from time to time. It meant taking a few steps through knee-deep snow, but you wouldn’t want to miss out.

At 9,600 feet, no wonder there was snow up here! Source: Ian Smith

At the apex of the ascent of what I later learned was named Hogsback was a sign ‘Summit 9,600 ft’ (2,926 metres). No wonder there was snow up here! Finally the descent, a long and, at times, scary affair to the base of the snowline at a town called Torrey, which is where I’d spend the next two nights.

Where have you enjoyed a hiking experience on your travels? What are some of the best views you’ve encountered while travelling?

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