On a dreary day of drizzle, Team Zion chose not to be miserable under the weather. Off to Kayenta and Hellhole Canyon, a narrow slot hike over, around and under boulders bigger than your gosh-darned house.
I don't know what color Hell is; hope to never find out. In a literal Hell red comes to mind (as in molten), probably because of all the Hellfire and Brimstone sermons I endured as a child. "Scared Straight" Sunday, backslide Monday through Saturday. I should put that on a tee shirt, and wear it to church. What is "brimstone," anyway?
So it's appropriate that Hellhole is an immersion into fire... red cliffs, boulders, sand, and blood born of scrapes and cacti punctures. Funny how a fire and brimstone childhood can still haunt an old man, especially when he's climbing down into dark holes underneath humungous boulders... ever so delicately and temporarily wedged in place against soft sandstone walls... forces of gravity and erosion humming along in the background. No harm in breathing a little "Forgive me Father for I have sinned" is there?
We were in good company, as hiking/biking/Rving buddies Susan and Maikel came along. Wasn't it Mark Twain who said, "Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company?"
Ok, let's do this! Enter the pink glow of red reflections on a diffused light day.
Click Here for a video of Bobbie and I exploring Hellhole on a clear blue sky day. It gives a more realistic feel for the canyon and climbing under huge boulders.
Peace Out from southwest Utah... mild weather holding us in cupped hands.