19074Trip report: Wet Beaver Creek campout with photographs
- May 13, 2008I invited people on this list to go---here is how it
An irony about my ascender as hammock end clamps---we
just had one of our two gear swaps at Four Seasons
Outfitters---I went on the hike instead---but, one of
our members sold her 1990's Jumar ascenders for $10.
I wish I had asked what she would be asking!
1.) Les has had some changes in his plans for the end
of the week. He can no longer go in to the camspite at
Dave Joy Point Thursday---not until late Friday. While
this would enable me to camp out Friday night and save
the best campsite for you folks---I do not feel that
Les should have to go in Friday afternoon/night and
come back again in the morning---so, I suggest we just
assemble at 8 a.m. Saturday morning-load up and go
out. No flagging. Les could be the only one driving
I have not heard from Les that the current snow fall
will affect our plans. If there is any concern about
the road conditions-we could reverse the Dave Joy
Point and Pumphouse Wash schedules.
2.) I picked Katarina up at her dormitory on the NAU
campus and drove down to the Wet Beaver trailhead.
Here, we were soon joined by Mary/Sedona Meg and
started in. The recent rainfall had allowed ocotillo
to show leaves and blossoms. Arriving in the camping
area---Mary and Katarina chose the first set of flats
beyond the big pool rather than the more extensive
flats with (slightly) more shade. An advantage was
that these flats gave a very good view of the big pool
shelves so they could look for our Saturday hikers.
Neither set of flats had trees suitable for hammock
camping---so, I followed a cactus lined ledge to a
climb down to the cove between the first set of flats
and the second and set my hammock up between two
ideally spaced box elders. Here, I had shade most of
the time. I watched leaves being blown in and out of
the shade and watched reflected ripples going up and
down the redrock face and the tree trunk. The sound
from the creek was more than a babble but less than a
roar---very continuous and very soothing. The book I
was trying to read kept becomming heavier and
heavier---as did my eyelids. I slept much of the day
as did Meg.
I did not get my get-up-and-go back the next day. If
the Saturday hikers had shown up I would have escorted
them to the prettiest half mile-nearly a mile and a
half beyond our campsite---but, we never saw them even
though Meg constantly watched for them and I went over
to the big pool once.
So, we loafed in camp. Katarina was the only one who
The next day we hiked out early---while it was still
I later learned that two of our Saturday hikers had
come in ALMOST far enought to link with us.
The trail in to the campsite.
A volcanic dike cuts through the Supai sandstone:
The climb down from the upper camping area.
The ledge to the climb.
Poison ivy or young box elder?????
Meg's REI half dome. One pole too long?????
Campers who came in at 3:30 a.m. None too quiet!!!!!!
Yes! I paid $10 for this hammock at a Mesa surplus
store 8 years ago!
Loooking downstream in the morning. Meg and Katarina
are camped on the shelf about 15+ feet above.
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