by Dave Johnson
Out of the two total canyons that I’ve done in my life, Pine creek is the best. Pine creek Canyon starts under the bridge just as you exit the Zion’s Mount Carmel Tunnel on the east side of Zion. The first rappel is probably just as nerve reeking as the last rappel.
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For the first rappel you have to inch you way on a ledge of a 20ft drop just to hook into the rope. Once I rappelled down the 20ft section I had to wade through a pool and then in between a crack that lead to another 15 foot rappel
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It’s really hard to put into words how awesome this canyon is so I’ll just let the pictures speak for themselves.
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The second to last rap was about 70 ft I guess. Things look higher they are from the top so I was having a battle from within once I got on the rope things panned out and I made it to the bottom safely
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On the last rappel I was still fighting my battle from within and I was starting to lose. One thing I learned from mountain biking is “just do it, the more time you think about it the worse it is” when you near the last rappel you have to inch your way to the cliff hook into the rope put your feet over the edge and swing out to the wall. After that there is only one way out and that is down.
Me on the last rappel
[singlepic id=269 w=500 h= float=center] Photo by Dean Paul
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After about 5ft I was free hanging and that is where I had a problem with my heavy pack, well the pack was only heavy because I had my neoprene in it. I ended up doing most of the rappel laying down and looking straight up which was a unique view.
Shot of my hero Bo Beck.
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by Dave Johnson
Bunker Creek Trail is an awesome downhill trail IF you do it a month from now. I learned my lesson and I won’t be soon forgetting it. Let’s just say the snow patches on the mountain look smaller they are.
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On Thursday Statton and I decided it would be fun to do a trail while we were up here on a camping trip. I’ve wanted to do Bunker Creek for years and was finally able to do it. When my dad dropped us off near the top of Brian Head, we had to hike over a snow patch that covered the road before we could even get to the trailhead. To add to the situation the wind was cold and must have been blowing at 60 mph
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The trail starts at about 10,500 ft. We had to spend most of our time hike-a-bike through the snow that covered the trail in patches. Once we started dropping it started drying off and was a nice smooth ride until we got to where the trail forks left and right. We took the right fork of Bunker Creek (left fork from top) and instantly ran into snow again.
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Again after we started dropping in altitude we were cursing down some fun rock gardens and switchbacks without snow. We soon ran into another problem, since it was so early in the season there were tons of trees that have fallen over the trail and the Color Country Bike Club hadn’t had time to do trail work yet, and I give the Color Country Bike Club props for cleaning up this trail every year.
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After climbing over three dozen trees the trail turned into an ATV track and turned into some smooth riding that is until I got bucked forward and went over the handle bars at 30+ mph and landing on my face. Good thing my head was resting on my left arm and my right hand. After I crashed I was in so much pain could swear my shoulder was broken and the same for my wrist. After lying on the ground for a few minutes the pain started to dull and I was able to determine that I fine except all for all the road rash on my knees, arms, shoulder, and a scratch on my face. It took me 10 minutes to figure out where my bike went, but I soon found it upside down in a tree 15 feet down the trail from where I was sitting (last picture). I figured I flew/skidded 15ft from the start of the crash.
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This would be an awesome trail in July, but I will never do this trail again in June or any time before it. On a side note I thought it was really cool watching the ground fly by 2 inches from my face.
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by Dave Johnson
It was a great day to do some fishing. My friend and I went fishing at Leeds Creek. We got to one spot a few miles from the bridge. We got out to look at the creek a few hundred feet down. From the top it looks impossible to hike down let alone fish. So we said what the hell might as well try it. It was a very intense hike down. We remained watchful for snakes, cacti, and very loose rocks. When we finally made it to the bottom we pretty much had to crawl to the river, because of how thick the brush is by the river.
It really didn’t look like there was any fish in the area just because of how shallow and clear it was. When I casted in I tried the best I could to get my fly under the overhanging trees where it was deeper, but the water moves so fast that by the time my fly would sink it would be back in the shallow part in front of me. This would normally result in the fly getting stuck on the rocks.
I was using an old chewed up red BH Brassie that I made. I repeated this casting for a while and again it felt like my fly got stuck under the rocks so again I lifted up and the line took off. This is where my adrenalin kick in the only thing that was on my mind was hurry and land this fish before you lose him. When I got him in it was a gorges little Bonneville Cutthroat Trout With orange under its head.
Unfortunately I couldn’t get a picture of my first one because my phone was tucked away in my pack. But the second one I got was half the size of my first one. (in the picture above)
I was also using the Willy J. Exodus pack in the picture and did great for a day pack that needs to get into tight spots. so I’ll be posting a good review about that later. By the time we got done we had hiked 200ft upstream. I caught two Trout and Statton caught one. If you want a real challenge and want to catch some natives. Then you have got to try Leeds Creek.