Thu, Jan 24, 2019
Our second day in Valley of Fire was mostly an easy stroll through the park, unlike the more challenging scrambling we'd encountered the previous day. Eric and Steve wanted something less demanding and my job was to deliver it.
The easy trail starts from near the campground on an old dirt road, eventually becoming a narrower, well-marked trail. I was amused (and a little annoyed) by the sign at the start of the trail reminding us that an enjoyable walk in the park becomes a citeable trespassing offense once the sun goes down. A mile and half into our walk I spotted what looked like a bird of prey perched on a sandstone pinnacle in the distance. There was much discussion about it, mostly trying to get Steve to see what Eric had readily spotted. Eventually we got a bit too close for its liking and it took off, at which time we could identify it as a red-tailed hawk.
Where the trail reaches its highest point at a low saddle, I told the others I was going to head up to the ridgeline on our left (west) to visit Duane Peak, still about a mile away. Knowing they were wanting an easier outing, I was not expecting them to join me and figured we'd arrange a meeting place for a few hours later. Steve was quick to dismiss joining me, but Eric was starting to think otherwise. The slope I had pointed at seemed much to steep, so he asked me where the summit was. I pointed to the peak in the distance, near the end of a longish ridgeline. Eric wondered if it might not be easier to avoid the ridge and head to the summit more directly. "Sure, that'll work," I offered as I turned to head up to the ridge anyway, "I'll meet you there." Not wanting to be left alone, Steve decided to join Eric on what they thought would be an easier route. They started over what seemed to be desert flats but soon realized that there were quite a few non-trivial dips into various drainages along the way. A herd of bighorn sheep was rousted out of one such drainage, taking off to the east as we all turned upon hearing the thundering noise. Steve counted nine in all as they quickly disappeared out of sight. Eric and Steve continued on their track only a short distance before thinking maybe it was more work than they bargained for. As they paused to consider turning back, Leroy spotted me up on the ridge and charged uphill to join me in short order. Eric called to Leroy to come back down, but he would have none of it. Leroy liked being out in front on our hikes and he'd come to associate me with being in front, too. If he was with Bob, the others were sure to follow. No amount of coaxing on my end could get Leroy to go back down the hill, even though I changed direction and started down the ridge. Steve was the first to make it up to the ridge, Eric only slowly joining us and not looking like he was having much fun when he finally did. After a much-needed rest, we all got up to continue to the summit less than half a mile away now. This, they realized, was a much better way to go compared to the gullies below. The ridgeline was a bit undulating, but no more steep slopes and the views across the landscape were quite nice. We spent about 30min along the ridge, eventually reaching the highpoint at the northwest end. We left a register while taking a longer break at the summit, eventually packing up our stuff and heading back down after about half an hour. I led us east off Duane, aiming for a pastel-colored area of sandstone at the base of the darker brown/orange sandstone of Valley of Fire Peak. The same herd of Bighorn spotted us a second time from afar, this time heading north to put more space between us. The colorful sandstone was an interesting area with hundreds of layers of sandstone, some only a quarter inch thick, overlapping each other. We went down through some twisty canyons, past some tenajas filled with water from recent rains, eventually intersecting the Prospect Trail we'd started on earlier. We then turned to follow the trail south back out to where we'd started, enjoying the sandstone features along the way as we took our time for much of this last hour. It was nearly 3p by the time we'd finished up, but a little too soon to call it a day.
On our way out of the park, we stopped at the Visitor Center to buy some firewood which we would use to great purpose that evening back at camp after dinner. As an Eagle Scout, I utterly failed at the initial attempt to start the fire even though I was using a healthy dose of white gas. Eric eventually got it going on a second effort that made use of even more white gas. Luckily, we didn't blow ourselves up even though we were all pretty high by that time. Our two bundles of wood lasted until close to 10p by which time the air temp was quite frigid. It did not take long after the last log had died down to send us off to bed...
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