Mossy Cave 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.

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.

Though my legs still complain on the way down I reflect that the rest of the day might be mostly driving.  It’s going to be one of those days that have been labelled “Type two fun” – god awful when it’s happening, sublime when it’s over.

Not too far down the road was a village called Henrieville.  Just as I arrived from the west, it was hard not to notice a standout butte, though its name is a mystery.  Try as I may all searches came up short but I couldn’t help but notice that it had a flagpole with the American flag flying.  Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to achieve that aim.

Dramatic butte at Henrieville

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.  After Scenic Byway 12 rolled off yet another high I called into the Escalante Information Centre to update my info and then down into another gorge.  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 in and 3 miles back.  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.

Scenery on Scenic Byway 12

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.

Lower Calf Creek Trail

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.

Through the canyon we go

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

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.

Time out

A couple of super fit looking women from Canada were also just starting 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 (hardest ever) so I got some instant street cred as they jogged off.

Then it was onwards and upwards in the car, 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. 

Grand vistas near Hogsback

At the apex of the ascent of what I later learned was named Hogsback was a sign “Summit 9,600 ft”.  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.

Published by takingyoutoplacesyouveneverbeen

I'm retired, in my 8th decade and I love writing and photography which fits in well with my other love, travel. Having a curious nature has led me to delve into places that boatloads and tour buses don't go to and, even in heavily touristed places, I've been amazed at what's on offer but overlooked by the majority. Hence my title, taking you to places you're never been. I also have a wicked sense of humour. Hope you find some joy in my pages.

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