Gee Haw!

Jason and I enjoy an adventure as much as Captain Kirk, only he likes to hook up with green babes and we like to hook up with dogs.* When our friends Meggie and Ben asked if we’d be interested in trying dog sledding with them, we didn’t have to think twice. Any day is a good day to explore strange new worlds or just attempt something new.

Cloud is the newest and youngest member of the team. She was darling.
Cloud is the newest and youngest member of the team. She was darling.
As soon as the sleds came out, the barking started.
As soon as the sleds came out, the barking started.

Pawsatch operates near Park City. They have a couple teams of dogs. Our group of four rode with their Beatfeet Sled Dogs in two different sleighs. Due to the snow that had accumulated in the days immediately preceding our ride, we were not able to mush into the “wild” but instead looped around a large golf course situated in a wooded dell. It wasn’t exactly the wilderness but it was serene enough to almost count.

Ben took the majority of these pictures. I didn't bring my fanciest camera so I only got a few.
Ben took the majority of these pictures. I didn’t bring my fanciest camera so I only got a few.
The excitement was off the ground!
The excitement was off the ground!

The dogs were incredibly energetic and, according to their owner, their metabolisms match. But, beyond that, they didn’t fit any of the stereotypes for racing canines. They were short haired breeds not puffy huskies. (Short haired sled dogs are generally faster but don’t do as well in cold climates, like Alaska, for obvious reasons.) These pups were also very friendly and loved being petted and cuddled. What sweet creatures!

The more weight in a sled, the more dogs have to be added to the tow rope and the less control the driver has. Apparently, Mahana requires eight cows and we require nine dogs.
The more weight in a sled, the more dogs have to be added to the tow rope and the less control the driver has. Apparently, Mahana requires eight cows and we require nine dogs.
Our sled was slim but cozy.
Our sled was slim but cozy.

Dog sledding has a bit of a bad rep and, frankly, some of it is deserved. Apparently, sledders that care more about winning races than the health of their dogs are not terribly uncommon. However, the owner of these particular pooches, Bino, a 20-year racing veteran, has won vet awards for his excellent treatment of his animals on multiple occasions.

Getting the dogs to stop seemed a lot trickier than getting them to start.
Getting the dogs to stop seemed a lot trickier than getting them to start.
Before sledding, the pack was too anxious to be interested in much petting. Afterwards, that's all they were interested in.
Before sledding, the pack was too anxious to be interested in much petting. Afterwards, that’s all they were interested in.

I should also address the other mistreated elephant in the room. Having dogs pull a sled may sound cruel but it’s no different than having a horse tow a cart. Besides, it was quite obvious that these canines love mushing. As soon as the process for attaching them to the tug line began, their barking and wagging became nearly unmanageable. Many of them started jumping three or four feet in the air on all four paws in anticipation. I’ve never seen dogs do that before.

The pups were sociable and eager for attention.
The pups were sociable and eager for attention.
We hung out with the dogs for quite a while after sledding because they were simply too cute.
We hung out with the dogs for quite a while after sledding because they were simply too cute.

Sledding with Pawsatch was slick. We really enjoyed interacting with the dogs and asking lots of questions. Perhaps Kirk was a little hasty with his no-dogs-just-babes policy.

*Yes, that just happened. I made a Star Trek reference in a post about dog mushing. I’m a nerd so just go with it.

Moab Part II: Delicate Towers… and Intestines

Our second day in Moab, we decided to trek through some familiar and unfamiliar terrains in Arches National Park. The day’s extraordinary loveliness was expected; its extraordinary leakiness was not.* Let me elaborate.

We started out with a 3.4-mile hike to Tower Arch, the sole path in all of Arches we hadn’t wandered. A dirt access road made it a little harder to reach the trailhead but Tower’s distinctive steeple of stone and 92-foot span were worth the trouble.

It takes a little effort to reach Tower Arch's sculpted sandstone and knobby chimney.
It takes a little effort to reach Tower Arch’s sculpted sandstone and knobby chimney.

Delicate Arch, our second and last hike for the day, (Drat that brief winter sunlight!) was a repeat. Although we’ve climbed the miles to Delicate’s iconic curve a number of times, on this occasion it hurled us a few extra curves.

Tower Arch opens to a secluded landscape of twisted rock and sparse vegetation.
Tower Arch opens to a secluded landscape of twisted rock and sparse vegetation.

We decided to start our ascent late in the afternoon so we could catch the sun setting on the arch. This plan, we knew, meant fantastic pictures but also freezing temperatures. We were correct. I got some wonderful shots of the moon rising in the arch and it was 31 degrees on our return hike.

It's a good thing my Photoshop skills are decent enough to remove inconsiderate landmark-hogging tourists. Don't look too closely though, my talents aren't that remarkable.
It’s a good thing my Photoshop skills are decent enough to remove inconsiderate landmark-hogging tourists. Don’t look too closely though, my talents aren’t that remarkable.

Yes, we anticipated every detail of our Delicate journey… except Jason’s delicate intestines. About the time we reached the arch, Jason started complaining about his stomach not feeling so good but he insisted he was fit to continue our picture-taking plans. However, he did not proclaim his gastric fitness for long.

The nearly-full moon nestled itself inside Delicate Arch for a minute or two.
The nearly-full moon nestled itself inside Delicate Arch for a minute or two.

Only minutes into our return journey, Jason anxiously remarked that he would most likely require use of one of the pit toilets back at the parking lot when we reached them because his GI tract was squirmier than a nightcrawler on a fishing hook. Unfortunately, the mere suggestion of a potty altered his necessity for one. All of a sudden, he declared that he needed to use the bathroom right then and there… minus the bathroom, of course, because we were far from anything of the sort.

Frame Arch provides a perfect frame for Delicate Arch pictures. Hmm... I wonder how it got its name.
Frame Arch provides a perfect frame for Delicate Arch pictures. Hmm… I wonder how it got its name.

Those of you who have hiked to Delicate Arch before know that it is a very popular trail. It’s still well-used in November. So, lots of tourists were milling about us but, at this point, Jason’s pressure transcended the presence of people. After our brief potty talk, he barely made it five feet, equipped with the three Kleenexes and one wet wipe that I scrounged out of my backpack, before he could go no further without going.

We did some intimidating maneuvering to get into the basin below Delicate Arch.
We did some intimidating maneuvering to get into the basin below Delicate Arch.

I became lookout, ready to fend off hikers before they came across other things that would definitely fend them off. Did I mention that the landscape, being a desert and all, possessed little in way of vegetation, i.e. gawker blockers?

At least the photographing part of our Delicate Arch hike went as planned.
At least the photographing part of our Delicate Arch hike went as planned.

Miraculously, no ramblers approached just then and Jason got to have his violent evacuation in peace. And, mercifully, this experience was a one-time number-two crisis; it did not repeat itself at a later point on our hike. Phew! Jason blames his GI upset on the cold he was getting over. I don’t see how loose bowels have anything to do with nasal congestion but whatever puts your sphincters at ease.

Dalton Wells Road, like most of the Moab area, holds unique and curious scenery.
Dalton Wells Road, like most of the Moab area, holds unique and curious scenery.

The next day, we biked four miles down Dalton Wells Road. But we didn’t make it to the slickrock playground at its terminus that we were hoping to reach because, regrettably, I had a class to get back to and we ran out of time.

Moab was an adventure as always. There were chills (Brrr!), and thrills, and even spills… of the anal variety. It was another fabulous outing in our favorite outdoor playground but, just for the record, Moab is not our favorite outdoor potty.

*The extremely embarrassing details of this story, surprisingly, were published to the world with Jason’s permission.

Moab Part I: Riding the Carousel

This fall, our traditional Moab trip didn’t happen until nearly winter. Due to scheduling constraints that will be the topic of another post, we didn’t have an opportunity to head down there until the latter half of November. Consequently, Moab wasn’t quite its usual pleasant self during our visit but at least it was 20 degrees warmer than back home. Plus, the frosty weather added another layer of ruggedness to our already radical adventures. (Insert those deserved snickers here.)

Gypsy is a short but sweet romp over rippling slickrock.
Gypsy is a short but sweet romp over rippling slickrock.

Our first day in Moab, we decided to bike Klonzo South, a section of the Klonzo Area that wasn’t finished until after we hit that trail system last year.

The temperatures were chilly on Klonzo’s unprotected outcroppings. I’m not talking about “wear a jacket” chilly; I’m talking about “wear three jackets because the wind is going to carve an ice canyon out of your belly” chilly. Still, who’s complaining? (Besides me, of course.)

The Edge deserves its precipitous name.
The Edge deserves its precipitous name.

We biked about 7 miles over Klonzo South’s short interconnecting loops. My favorites of these trails were Magician, Wizard, Carousel, and Gypsy. They twisted over a lot of rolling slickrock and vibrant desert dirt. Awesome!

I have a tendency to sing with my tunes while I bike.
I have a tendency to sing with my tunes while I bike.

I was not so crazy about Hotdog, a curvy strip placed on a steep hillside. Hotdog was no more difficult than the other paths but I didn’t care for it. Why? After some introspection, I realized that I carry my claustrophobic tendencies with me when I bike. If I feel trapped on a tiny hint of a trail that’s sandwiched in unescapably-abrupt terrain, claustrophobic discomfort sets in. This may seem completely illogical considering the wide-open settings where mountain biking takes place but no one ever said phobias make perfect sense.

You can't take pictures like this with an iPhone.
You can’t take pictures like this with an iPhone.

The day was soon over after some turns on Magician, The Edge, Wizard, Carousel, Gypsy, Hotdog, and Zoltar. Curse you sun for your winter laziness!

Zoltar mostly rides over slickrock. Jason likes mostly riding over slickrock.
Zoltar mostly rides over slickrock. Jason likes mostly riding over slickrock.

Following Klonzo, it was back to the hotel to write papers until midnight. The reasons why I had to spend my evenings on homework during my beloved Moab trip will have to wait until another post and the urgent details of our treks through Arches National Park will have to wait until next week.