A Sister Surprise Behind the Rocks

Late last year, a plan for meeting in Moab began to form. It started with my sister thinking about doing a trail race. It continued with me renting a house as her Christmas present, and then somehow it concluded with Jason and me being convinced to run the race as well. And that’s how we ended up in a familiar place with a few surprises. Read on to discover all the details you never knew you always wanted about a trip we took months ago. They are sure to have you firmly on the central portion of your seat.

After the Behind
I finished way behind the rocks.

The Behind the Rocks Ultra, the event that initiated this plot, was the first trail race Jason and I ever participated in. We signed up for the smallest distance offered, 10 miles. It turned out to be 10.67. I was not psychologically ready for 10.67. Sure, 10 miles I could do but 10.67? Come on people! The course went through terrain graced by outlooks on the La Sals and many sandstone formations, including Picture Frame Arch. The encompassing beauty was energizing and distracting but not enough to compensate for the particularly challenging uphill stretch between mile six and 7.5. My knees weren’t super into the arrangement either and thus decided to throb the last couple miles. Still, I managed to hit my goal of finishing in less than 2.5 hours at 2:25:20. Clearly, I aim high. I finished 133 out of 164. If 80% of the class gets a higher score than you, you still pass, right? Jason came through nearly 100 runners ahead of me at 1:43:09 and 34th overall. That boy has ambitions and long legs! We will not speak of how my sister did on her 18-mile course as there is no need to further emphasize my leisurely performance.

Funnel Arch
Funnel Arch is a buttress arch that spans 45 feet.
sandstone and silliness
Sisters make everything sillier, even geology.

Why sit still after running a trail race? Sure, there are the obvious reasons having to do with fatigue and all that but besides those? Jason and I hiked to Funnel Arch a couple years ago. This trail’s small section of Class 5 climbing pushed my comfort levels. So, what did we decide to do after exhausting ourselves on the Behind the Rocks Ultra? I bet you can guess. With four of us, the pushing, pulling, and blocking required to scramble this one-mile trek were easier. And, I must admit, this climb seemed to help loosen up my sore muscles. I didn’t hurt the rest of the day as much as I thought I would.

The Rectory
The Rectory is a 1000-foot-long and 200-foot-wide butte just north of Castleton Tower.
spectacular and scary
From the narrow ridge between Castleton Tower and The Rectory, Ida Gulch, Mary Jane Canyon, Parriott Mesa, and Adobe Mesa can all be viewed.

One dumb turn deserves another? The next day, we hiked to the ridge between Castleton Tower and The Rectory. Castleton Tower, also called Castle Rock, is a 400-foot monolith made of Wingate Sandstone that juts out of a 1000-foot funnel created by the Moenkopi and Chinle Formations. Its trail climbs over 1,300 feet in 1.3 miles. Undoubtedly, the best choice for a post-run activity, but, since Jason and I hadn’t done this trail for almost 10 years, it was relatively easy to ignore the complaints of our tender and tired muscles in the pursuit of breathtaking panoramas. For some of us, it was less easy to ignore the path’s intimidating drop-offs and slightly sketchy sections. My sister didn’t make it all the way to the ridge, but she got close before her shaky legs successfully pleaded their case of self-preservation. Although our movement prompted protests from my muscles, particularly at the beginning and on the downhill, I worked out my pain, and I really didn’t have many aches by the next day. Overall, it was the quickest dissipation of discomfort I’ve experienced after a race of that length. That’s right legs, I do know what is best for you, and I would never choose gorgeous scenery over your wellbeing.

cool at Castleton
Wearing matching hats is the surest way to signal your coolness to others in passing.

Just as my sister was leaving to go home, Jason and I got a surprise call from another sister saying she was passing through town. She ended up staying the night at our rental. Our niece, who was traveling with her, decided to remain in town even longer and hike with us the next day. We had a hard time selecting which trail to take her on out of all the classics in Moab. As it was supposed to be particularly blustery that day, we picked a more protected path, the 2.4-mile trail to Longbow Arch. We needn’t have worried about the wind as the temperatures hovered around 70 and felt mighty pleasant even with it.

Longbow Arch
The hike to Longbow Arch is easy, and a 60-foot span is your reward.

We always expect Moab to provide fantastic scenery, activities, and cuisine. However, we don’t usually expect it to provide extra family members. Way to go Moab! I didn’t think it possible for you to exceed our lofty expectations.

My Succy, Snowy Valentine

I’m a fan of succulents, and I’m a fan of snowboarding. Never would I have anticipated those two interests intersecting, but a few months ago, they did.

It was Jason’s turn to plan our Valentine’s Day events this year, and he thought a long weekend of snowboarding would be well received. He was correct. In addition to a couple days of staying and boarding at Snowbird, he gave me books about succulents to read during our trip’s unhurried evenings. Whatever Jason sacrificed to the snow gods, his Speedo or flip flops perhaps, must have been appreciated because a massive blizzard came in just in time for our outing, maybe the best storm of the whole season. There were 11 new inches the first day and 18 inches the second. In case totaling snowpack isn’t your thing, that’s 29 inches of powder in 48 hours. Essentially, Snowbird’s base depth increased by about 50%. Our evenings may have been succy, but our days were not.

no cacti complaints
Instead of roses, I received cacti without complaints.

We chose to spend the bulk of our first day in Gad Valley and found some tasty deposits at the ends of the Gad Chutes. The lift line was fairly long in the morning due to social distancing guidelines. When it cleared out around lunchtime, we couldn’t resist utilizing that lull even though our own tummies were grumbling, our legs were exhausted, and our feet had gone painfully to sleep. We ended up boarding for four hours without a break or any food or water. Sometimes you have to surrender more than just icky summer attire on the altar of brumal deities.

Chip's Blob
It’s not easy making sense of sky and earth dissolved into a formless blob.

After our delayed lunch, we went to the top of Peruvian Gulch for a little more time on the mountain. I’m pretty sure the mountain was there, but we never saw it. Thick clouds and blowing snow created a dizzying whiteout as we attempted to descend. I’ve never had the topsy-turvy sensation before of not being able to tell where the sky ends and the ground begins. If you’ve never experienced that, it is much more disorienting than you’d imagine. Although Chip’s Run was unfamiliar and obscured, we eventually made it past the masking mist to our cozy room at the bottom.

Claim Jumper
Some of the best things in life just fall on you.

The next morning, we decided against getting up at 6:30 to be on a lift at opening since only one inch had fallen overnight, and the accumulation was supposed to accelerate as the day progressed. By the way, it did. By late afternoon, 15 more inches of feathery glory had wafted down on us. Is that why we skipped lunch and boarded for five hours straight in 20-something temperatures? Actually, it wasn’t just the stockpiles of powder; it was also the inadequate visibility. Allow me to explain. After a bit of time in Peruvian Gulch, we were curious about the heaps in Mineral Basin. Signs indicated that due to poor visibility, Mineral Basin was limited to experts that day. I’m not sure I would call myself an expert, but I was willing to give Mineral Basin a whirl and see just how far below the expert bar I fell. Our range of vision was indeed narrow during our first Mineral Basin run, so much so that we immediately began debating going back to Peruvian Gulch. However, in the end, the appeal of a new lift overpowered our common sense.

books and boarding
Quiet nights counteracted our active days.

Neither of us had ever been on Baldy Express, a smaller lift most often used to access Alta Ski Area. So, when we noticed it sans line, we agreed to give it a try whether we would be able to discern its terrain or not. While it was challenging to see at the top of the ridge where the lift plopped us, we soon found a path with manageable visibility. It proved to be our favorite run of the day, and the trip… and maybe our whole lives. We didn’t know its name at the time but later learned it was Claim Jumper. The best thing about this corridor? Only a handful of people on the entire mountainside and barely trod powder at least two feet deep. It was almost too much powder. I know, such a thing doesn’t really exist any more than Sasquatch or mermaids, but this came close. No people? Powder so deep it could bury you? Yes! Bury me, and send me to that fuzzy heaven. It was easily one of the best days I’ve ever boarded.

After two days of pushing ourselves through almost every hour of daylight, and reading books, writing, eating takeout, and playing games for the many dark hours of the evening, we headed home while the storm still lingered. And that is how I got a weekend of snowy days and succy nights for Valentine’s Day.

Sundance 2021: What’s Up Docs?

Jason and I have gone to the Sundance Film Festival for many years now. This year, attending and going were not synonymous as we attended from our couch. Each show did come with a Q&A though, which is our favorite part of the festival. Unintentionally, we only saw documentaries. I have documented those docs below. Spoiler alert: I’d recommend all of them.

In the Same Breath follows the events in Wuhan, China during the early stages of the COVID-19 pandemic and ties them jarringly to the USA’s COVID mishaps. This documentary reveals the alarming influence of misplaced trust and invented facts and how those propagated the pandemic’s spread and death toll in both countries. As the director, Nanfu Wang, said in the Q&A regarding the similarities between China’s concealment of information and the lies spewed by some government officials here in the U.S., “Freedom of speech doesn’t mean easier access to the truth.” In closing the film, she comments, “I have lived under authoritarianism, and I have lived in a society that calls itself free; in both systems, ordinary people become casualties of their leaders’ pursuit of power.” Many of the picture’s filmers and subjects in China risked government retaliation and even death to supply footage. Since it was shot in the midst of COVID-19, all of its interviews were done remotely, but you’d never guess it.

In the Same Breath
Even over Zoom, the Q&As were the best part of the Sundance Film Festival.

Bring Your Own Brigade is about the horrific wildfires in California in recent years. It doesn’t take the easy route with climate change as the absolute explanation for these deadly blazes. Instead, it intertwines fragments of the complex system proliferating these ever-escalating forces, including climate change. What are the other factors? European arrogance and its assumption that humans can control nature is a contributor. Euro-Americans have ignored Natives’ awareness of the land for centuries, and we are doing it still. Wildfires have always happened in California, but their potential was once lessened through controlled burning. Other influences? Buffer zones between wild areas and cities have slowly been filled with homes making them ineffectual safeguards.

Bring Your Own Brigade contains a scene I could barely stomach viewing. It takes place at a town meeting in the city of Paradise, which lost 85 inhabitants and 11,000 homes in a matter of hours due to the Camp Fire in 2018. In this assembly, residents battle firefighting experts over simple building codes that would reduce the severity of future fires, like leaving plant-less perimeters around houses, in the name of individual freedom. How could people who understand the horrific power of fire in a way few of us ever will fight against their safety and the safety of their neighbors? It was an eerie reminder of the struggles America has faced this last year. For as formidable as human hubris and self-deception are, they are no match for nature’s indifferent might.

Writing with Fire, our third documentary, follows the all-women team at the Indian newspaper Khabar Lahariya over the last five years. These women courageously reveal social injustices and government scandals through their journalism while combating personal discrimination due to their gender and membership in the Dalit caste, the category once referred to as “untouchables.” Although this film focuses on issues in India, the societal and political problems it examines, like systematic inequality and the distraction antics of politicians, are echoed everywhere. This film won the Audience Award for World Cinema Documentary and the World Cinema Documentary Special Jury Award for Impact for Change. If you want to see an empowering movie, this is a great one.

Taming the Garden is an unexpected story about rare, giant trees being uprooted and transported to the private garden of Georgia’s former prime minister. I’m not talking about those sticks you get at the nursery. These “collector” specimens weigh more than a million pounds and many of them are over a century old. This film made me feel a mix of awe over the technical wonders utilized to move these trees and disgust over how the whims of the powerful can be made reality at any expense. From massive excavations to cutting powerlines, nothing is outside the influence of this billionaire… and all just to fill his garden with 200 unusual trees.

Due to some misunderstandings about the new online process for the festival, Jason and I didn’t get to see all of our last documentary, Flee. This animated movie is about the experiences of a refugee fleeing his home in Afghanistan. The portion we saw was compelling, and the film won the World Cinema Grand Jury Prize in the documentary category. We look forward to seeing it in its entirety when it is released.

Jason and I didn’t have to wait in any lines at the Sundance Film Festival this year or get to catch up with friends while waiting in lines, but we got to participate in fantastic discussions with filmmakers- via a screen of course. It wasn’t a typical Sundance experience, but then again, one of the best things about the Sundance Film Festival is that you never know what you are going to get.