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bee boppin

It all started with Lisa and Jeanne. They showed up one night at ‘Bout Time with a new Jeep Wrangler.


Anyone who knows me knows that the Wolfe genes run strong and deep inside me. One of those genes is passed directly to me from my father and his father, and that gene is the “new car gene.” My grandparents lived in Arizona for most of my life, and I remember every time they came to visit my grandfather had a different car. The joke that was as soon as the new car smell was gone, so was the car. If he had been a smoker, it was likely he would have gotten a new car anytime the ashtray filled up. So, shortly after New Year’s I headed to the dealership and before I knew it I had traded in my trusty little Escape for a new Jeep Wrangler.


The specific Wrangler I picked out had some pretty nice wheels and tires on it, but after going back and forth with the dealer for the ridiculous amount of money they wanted for the package, I told them just to put the stock wheels back on. Little did I know how dramatic the difference would be, and when I returned to pick up the Wrangler I was sure it was not the same one. This meant the top priority was to get new wheels and tires, and about a week later the Jeep was looking good again.


We wasted no time taking it out with Lisa, Jeanne and Jer for some dirt road fun. The first outing was to the Joshua Tree Scenic Byway that starts very close to our house. The roads aren’t super intense, but they are bumpy, dirty and fun, and the scenery is pretty awesome. We took Kendall on the first trip, and she had a blast during our many “water” breaks.




We took a detour out to the Bloomington Cave entrance. The entrance is blocked by a locked gate, and you have to visit the BLM office to get the code. But, after seeing the map and the entrance, I’m intrigued. Against my better judgement and my claustrophobia, I really want to make a go of the cave.






About a week later, MPK and Roger were in town, so we took them on the same outing. MPK is in love with joshua trees, so it was a great afternoon for him. The fact we could top it off in Mesquite for some Bingo and slots was just the icing on the cake. And, Roger was a Bingo winner, so it was well worth the trip!





IMG_1230A couple weekends later, we decided to bee bop with the girls and Jer again. We hit a backroad that winds through the Red Cliffs Preserve. The road is about 20 miles from St. George to Leeds, and sections of it were quite muddy and rough.




There was still some snow on parts of the road. Along the way we ended up at an amazing canyon that we didn’t even know existed. The views of the steep rocks were spectacular, and we spent about an hour testing the echo while we enjoyed our “water.”




So far, the Wrangler has been awesome. I have wanted a four door model for years, and have always missed my 2000 two door model that I owned for a few years. I’m excited about many more years of bee boppin adventures! There really is nothing like a Jeep.







It doesn’t snow often in Southern Utah, and when it does it’s usually a dusting. On Saturday we got nailed with an arctic storm that dumped a lot of white fluffy flakes. It pretty much shut down the city since there are no snow plows or salt trucks to keep the roads clear. It caused a lot of hassles, but on Sunday the day was sunny and clear, and the snow was really amazing!















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the monster mash

Col and I headed down to St. George for Halloween weekend to join the gang for Equality Utah’s first Halloween party in Southern Utah. It was a great excuse to escape the recent bitter cold (and snow) in SLC and get some time in the more reasonable climes of SGU. The entire weekend was sunny and in the low 70s during the day. Perfect.

We had various email exchanges with the group leading up to the weekend to come up with a costume idea for all of us. As the weekend neared we still hadn’t decided, and we left SLC with an assurance from Shirley that she’d take care of it all. That made me a little nervous, especially when she called me enroute to tell me we were going as a group of Skittles so people could “taste the rainbow.” I wasn’t really in the mood to go in a junior high school girl’s costume, so I was happy when the final decision was a bowling team. We added some silly wigs and glasses to make it a retro bowling team.

Unfortunately, the wigs we bought turned me into a bowling Howard Stern.

We started with dinner at my favorite…Pancho and Lefty’s, then headed out to the party in Ivins. We figured cabs would be difficult to get that far out from town. So, we rented a minivan and brought a Mormon along. Best. Plan. Ever. Although, I’m pretty sure said Mormon will never go anywhere with us again.

Equality Utah did a great job putting on the event and creating the “Intensive Scare Unit.” I was surprised how fun all the costumes were; I was expecting a lot of people in underwear. Most got really creative and the range of costumes tended toward the scary/horror end of the spectrum.

The party included music, dancing, booze, tarot card readers, games and contests. I was happy to hear EU had sold out of tickets to the event. It appears equality is gaining quite a bit of support in Southern Utah. Probably because we put on such fabulous parties, I’m sure.

el scorcho II (a.k.a. death march III)

Another 4th of July and another of MPK’s planned backcountry backpacking trips. I will forever, and affectionately, refer to these trips as Hikes to Hell.

Let’s start this one with some background. MPK hates the winter months in SLC. He craves warmth. No, strike that. He craves ridiculously hot temperatures (I think the weirdo wants to live in Tucson or some godforsaken place like that). Two years ago, he planned what would be my first backpacking adventure with him to Canyonlands NP over the same holiday weekend (El Scorcho I). It was hot. It was long. It was painful. But, it was actually a really enjoyable time and we saw some of the most beautiful scenery the US has to offer. It’s also when I fell in love with Canyonlands.

Last February, attempting to speed the arrival of spring, MPK planned a weekend backpack into the backcountry of Zion NP. While it wasn’t El Scorcho, it was definitely a Death March. Col ended up with horrible blisters slogging through the mud with his pack. When we woke up to icicles in our tent, we decided enough was enough. We packed out and spent the last night in the national park’s campground with a toasty fire after a nice meal and lots of margaritas.

So, when a holiday weekend in the backcountry of Capitol Reef NP was proposed, I knew it would be hot. I knew it would be painful. I thought it would be a really enjoyable time.

MPK, Col and I left SLC on Friday after work. Apparently, everyone else heeded UDOT’s advice and traveled early because we sailed through the disaster that is Utah County in record time (I still think they should build a giant bridge that bypasses that awful part of the state…at least for those of us who do not need to feed a Prozac or pornography addiction). About two hours into the drive I realized my freshly charged and cleaned camera was at home*. That means it was not in the truck with me. That means I was a pissy bitch for the rest of the drive to our first camping spot. We spent the night at Singletree campground off Scenic Byway 12 just outside Torrey and enjoyed a nice campfire and some beer (eased my pain about the camera) in advance of the torture.

After a restful night sleeping under the stars, we headed over to the Capitol Reef NP visitors’ center to pick up our backcountry permit (free) and get the usual disapproving lectures from the park ranger. “Do you know how hot it is this time of year? Do you know there’s no water out there? Do you know what cryptobiotic crust is? Don’t bust the crust! DON’T EVEN LOOK AT THE CRUST!

Permit in hand we made the approximately 55 mile drive over rutted, dirt roads to the Halls Creek Overlook, which gives access to the trailhead for the hike to Halls Creek Narrows. We had expected to be the only hikers out there, but after navigating the very rough road to the overlook (commenting the whole time we were glad to be in Col’s lifted 4×4), there was a small Subaru wagon parked at the trailhead. A Subaru. In Capitol Reef. I’ll let you do the math.

We donned our packs loaded with supplies and lots of water (at least a good 40 pounds) and started down the trail. The first part of the trail is a descent of about 1000 feet over 1 mile (think STEEP) to the drainage. Once at the base of the canyon, the rest of the hike is essentially flat in the (usually) dry creek bed. This should have been a piece of cake. Except…we started our hike around 12:30 in the afternoon. So, while the sun was bright, we were definitely not. This hike was already killing me. Kicking my ass would be an understatement. We had decided to make camp at the five mile mark to position us well for a day hike to the narrows on Sunday, and it took us nearly five hours to get there. I was so sapped from the heat and the blazing sun I had to keep plopping down to gulp my limited supply of water. Each time, I could hear the voice inside MPK’s head: “OFF TASK!!”

The 4.7 mile mark seemed far enough, and we found a nice spot on higher ground to make camp. There’s plenty of nice camping along the drainage in the high spots created by the meandering creek bed, and most seemed fairly sandy. We dropped our packs and everyone immediately took a nap in the shade. We set up our tents and wandered down to the creek bed to make dinner and watch the stars slowly fill the sky. I’m still trying to decide whether Capitol Reef or Bryce Canyon offers a more spectacular view of the stars. Either way, it’s awesome. We even saw the International Space Station race across the sky. Pretty wild.

On Sunday morning I awoke to the only other hikers in the area packing out past our camp. It was two women (another part of that math problem from above if you haven’t figured it out yet) and their timing meant they’d be making the ascent around high noon, which made me feel like even more of a pussy.

We set out on a day hike for the narrows. The plan was to hike early in the day when the sun wasn’t as hot to reach the narrows and then hunker down for the heat of the day before hiking back. While it was easier trekking along the creek bed without a full pack, the sun and heat still kicked my ass. I found myself stopping more often than planned and really slowing us down. The trail isn’t particularly difficult; it’s mostly flat, but there are spots where you have to navigate over river rock or trudge through soft sand. We made it to the narrows just as the sun was peaking above us, and it couldn’t have been better timing.

The canyon narrows quickly into a classic slot canyon and the scenery becomes spectacular. About a half mile into the narrows we reached an alcove that stopped us all in our tracks. The canyon wall curved up and out over our heads, towering hundreds of feet above us. It creates a cool, lush pocket where ferns grow from the cracks in the rock. They are so green we all thought they were fake for a minute. Water from the last thunderstorm was still captured in deep, clear pools. We decided to hike a bit more into the canyon and return to this spot to wait out the day. We made our way about another half mile or so to some running water where we filtered and filled our bottles, then returned to what MPK dubbed the “Siesta Alcove” to soak in the cool water and nap. Quite a nice way to spend an afternoon, and the high point of the weekend for me.

The trek back to “base camp” was arduous again. Even though we waited until about 4:30 to start back, the heat was still intense and I was still a pussy. MPK kept having to wait for us to catch up, but since he had re-injured his leg at one point I was really just doing it as a favor to him so he could rest and still save face. Yeah…that’s the ticket. By the time we made it back to camp I was pretty wiped out from the almost 12 miles we’d hiked. I think I may have had a little bit of heat stroke since I wasn’t really hungry and just wanted to sleep. We made dinner and hit the hay early and tried to sleep through a very windy night.

We got up at 4:30 AM to pack up camp and try to make it out of the canyon before the sun got the better of us. It was like a totally different experience hiking in the coolness of the early morning in the canyon. The four miles that took us four hours on Saturday took us less than two hours to cover. In fact, we only stopped once…to filter the last bit of water we’d need to get back to civilization.

The canyon wall was our last obstacle back to the truck. And, it was a big one. In fact, the ascent back to the trailhead is like Halls Creek’s big “fuck you” to anyone making this trek. At some points it actually borders on mountaineering as you scramble up rocks and boulders, sometimes losing the trail entirely. MPK was ahead of us and was nice enough to make some cairns to point the way for us. It took me nearly two hours to make the ascent. At times I had to stop every 25 feet or so to catch my breath (and keep from puking), constantly cursing the canyon and the lesbians (ah, yes…there’s the solution to the math problem!!) for making me look like a loser.

We finally reached the top of the trail and saw the beloved, little red truck waiting for us. I guzzled the last of my water and plopped in the front seat with the AC on high. I was a happy camper. Finally.

Our total was around 23 miles. I’ve told a few people about my weekend and they all ask me why in the world I did this. I can’t really think of a good reason. I’ve thought about blaming it on the fact it was three humans with penises who planned this thing, but then there’s that whole pesky lesbian conundrum. So, really, I think it boils down to a little stupidity, a little naivety and a lot of sense of adventure. In the end, we made it through the weekend and saw some pretty cool things. So, yeah…it was worth it.

But…I’m not doing it again.

Here is the photoset for this trip: Halls Canyon Narrows – July 2011

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*All photos are from MPK’s camera; I took some shots, but most are his handiwork.

a hint of spring

Mid February around here means Spring makes cameo appearances and teases everyone with warm temperatures and sunshine. Last year at this time we embarked on a backcountry backpacking trip in Zion to entice Spring into sticking around. It didn’t work.

So, this year we took a more civilized approach: rooms at Ruby’s Inn at Bryce Canyon NP. Andy and Staci flew in from LA Friday morning, and we picked them up at the airport, hit the Wasatch Brewery store and headed down to Southern UT.

It was truly a great weekend with temperatures in the high 40s during the day accompanied by sunshine and blue skies.  Andy and I spent Friday night at Sunset Point, and he taught me the ropes of nighttime photography. Never mind the 15 degree temperatures…we had a bottle of peppermint Schnapps and the ability to run in place, do jumping jacks and pushups.

On Saturday we all got up early to greet the sun at Sunrise Point before enjoying a big breakfast at the Inn (thanks Jesse!). After naps we hit the trails and hiked most of the Navajo Loop. We had to improvise, as part of the Loop was closed. Dinner in Panguitch and another nap, and then Andy, Col and I headed out for another night shoot. More beer. More peppermint Schnapps. Lots of good conversation…definitely what trips like this are made for.

We headed out early Sunday after another breakfast at the Inn (thanks Jesse!). We decided to take the back way home, so we took our time driving up SR12 through towns like Canonville, Henryville, Torrey, Bichnell, Loa and Scipio. The constant scenery changes from desert red rock to alpine forests were amazing, and we stopped often for photos. We even squeezed a side trip in to Kodachrome Basin SP.

As Staci put it…we had church in the car. Our sermon was the views. Our communion was granola bars and the promise of beer. And, our fellowship was unforgettable.

Here is the entire photoset: Bryce Canyon weekend – Feb 2011

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