Raeski chooses to eat healthy and she has somehow managed to get Wooly on the bandwagon. While Wooly has always been onboard the low salt train, he begrudgingly eats more green stuff than he wants. But sometimes unintended consequences accompany our choices.
Driving into Canyonlands National Park we found the desert flowers bursting with color. Spring has a late finish in the high desert and we were fortunate enough to catch it. It’s a good time for hiking. The extreme heat and summer monsoon rains with accompanying flash floods haven’t arrived. However, it can still get quite warm.
We were riding top down in Miss Mini and as usual she attracted attention. This time her suitor was a rather bold raven who audaciously strutted his stuff on Miss Mini. Either that or he was hoping to snatch away some food or a bright shiny object. Ravens are highly intelligent birds that play the role of a trickster in the lore of many Native American tribes. Other cultures consider them harbingers of ill omen.
We were here to hike, so ignoring ancient raven legends and fully loaded with lunch, snacks, camera gear, and three gallons of water we set off on our six mile journey to the confluence of the Colorado and Green Rivers. It was late morning and a little warm. Had we know how hot it would become we would have started earlier in the morning. This was the first of a series of life threatening mistakes.
In hindsight, taking four camera lenses also added way too much weight in the backpack. This became one of those painful lessons and was miscue number two. Why does it seem that every extra ounce ends up feeling like pounds later in the day?
Steep canyon walls, towering magnificent rock formations and stunning views accompanied our every step. Canyonlands was once an ancient seabed that was uplifted thousands of feet and subsequently eroded into the awe inspiring shapes which we’ve bestowed with names and sacred status. We followed the trail as it dropped into ravines and scrambled over ridges. Each ridge crest unveiled a new view as the trail dipped and rose like a roller coaster.
With the sun beating down on us and reflecting heat from sandstone blackened from hundreds of years of weathering we sought refuge in what little shade the twisted junipers could provide. Small puffy clouds gave fleeting respite from the heat. As if to punish those who dare to enter its realm, the desert begrudgingly gives up shade.
After hiking four miles we encountered a 10’ slick-rock drop. Slidingdown the steep drop was our only option. On the way down my pack snagged and knocked me off balance. Dropping the last 6 feet my heel struck a rock. OUCH! That really hurt! With only two miles to go I decided to ‘walk off’ the injury and continue. That was a terrible idea.
After limping another mile I gave up hoping my denial would magically erase the pain. My painful heel wasn’t getting better. With only a mile to go we made the difficult choice to turn back and walk the five mile trek back to the car. While climbing back up that devilish 10’ slick-rock obstacle my legs started cramping. No big deal, I thought. It’s only because I’m tired and need a little rest. No problem, right? Well, maybe not.
Remember the healthy low salt diet? That diet isn’t a great idea when spending extended time exercising in the heat. Like most people, I didn’t know heat exhaustion has two primary causes. Not drinking enough water to stay hydrated is the first. Profuse sweating sometimes accompanied with nausea are symptoms as the body tries to cool itself. However, Wooly, never willing to go half-way unwittingly went the extra mile for heat exhaustion version two (HE-v1.2).
HE-v1.2 comes with a couple more symptoms along with a different cause. Low levels of salt and electrolytes in your body places you at risk for this less popular version. The ‘bonus’ symptoms are cramps along with dizziness. And to think I used to joke with Raeski about how our healthy diet was killing me. Kind of ironic isn’t it.
Coping with cramps and dizziness I trudged along as the day became hotter and hotter while the backpack seemed to get heavier and heavier. With two miles to go we ran out of water. As our thirst grew we desperately sucked on dried cranberries for what little moisture they contained. Soon my only thoughts were, “Just a little farther.” Step by torturous step, nausea, cramps, dizziness and thirst beckoned me to quit. Soon a few hundred yards was all I could muster without having to rest. With a mile to go Raeski took the backpack so I could keep going.
The day’s best view greeted us when we crested a ridge and could see the parking lot and Miss Mini patiently awaiting our return to reward us with her precious cargo of water. All we had to do was follow the roller coaster trail into a ravine, climb a ridge, drop into another ravine and finally claw our way to the top. Maybe it wasn’t the best scenario but it still energized us.
Exhausted we trudged on. At the bottom of the last ravine I sent Raeski ahead so she could get water. I followed behind at the only pace I could manage – very slowly. Finally at the end I was a caricature of the desperate thirst driven cowboy in old western movies – scratching, crawling and using every last ounce of energy to survive.
Important lessons learned were start EARLY on long hikes, take lots of water, put the backpack on a diet, and dump the low-salt diet about a month before we go on any long hikes. I tested and stretched my limits and hope to never do it again.
On a sad note, one week later, the desert heat claimed the lives of two hikers in a nearby area called “The Wave”. When hiking know your limits and turn back when you are in trouble. No great view is worth your life.
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That reminds me of an anecdote passed to me when I was 20 years old and selling cars. Wade, one of my buddies, was a hard core wheeler going way back. He said that one mist never go out wheeling in unfamiliar territory in 4WD, particularly if there was nothing to winch to. The reason is the same as your heel injury: if you get stuck in 2WD without anything to winch to, you are at the mid point in your journey and it’s time to head back. If you push ahead in 4WD and get stuck, you have pushed too far and there may be no way back.
This was also complicated and in direct contravention to the modern technology of the 1990s: auto-locking hubs. Wade, being old school, only believed in manual locking front hubs, and 2WD solo wheeling was made safer by following his doctrine. Auto-locking hubs, on the other hand, would screw you in the same circumstance: both sides needed to perform a certain number of rotations before they would lock because they used a worm gear. If you were hard stuck, your front wheels wouldn’t rotate and you would remain in 2WD, and remain stuck. However, if you were already locked into 4WD and got stuck, you would also remain stuck. It was a catch-22, and a selling point for old style manual locking hubs.
If you want to get technical 2WD is really 1WD because of limited slip differentials. Most 4WD are really 2WD for the same reason. Most 4WD vehicles do not have lockers. The Toyota Tundra for example only has locking rear axles so you at most get 3WD. I once had the misfortune in my jeep where the right front wheel was airborne trying to get over an obstacle and all it did was spin while the other wheel did nothing. No locking hubs was the culprit.
Even though my diet is relatively high in salt I still got salt cramps from hiking out of the Wave around two in the afternoon. We had done a lot of hiking in the region already and you think we would have known better, especially when they give a pamphlet called ‘Don’t Die Out There’ along with your hiking permit.
We’re thinking about applying for a Wave permit for late March next year.
Whew…I know you told us about this horrible hike, but reading it again—oh my!!!
Hi Raeski and Wooly,
My goodness, that was a life threatening event! What if you’d been alone? .
So, in addition, to “pass the salt,” the other underlying lesson would be “Don’t hike, swim, etc. alone.” I knew a man who, like you both, was very healthy swam alone in a remote spot and died. I don’t know what caused his death, but it happened.
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