Day 3 - Angels Landing
The alarm went off at 5 again Tuesday morning, but it seemed like all of us were a little slower out the door. Maybe we were tired, a little worse for wear, but I suspect it might have had something to do with our destination.
I probably first read about Angels Landing a year or so ago when I started looking into this trip. The images I found of the views from the top were breathtaking and part of me desperately wanted to see those views for myself. On the other hand, so much of what I read and saw about the hike had my head screaming, "NO FREAKING WAY, DUDE." I tried to watch
YouTube videos of the hike (with awesome titles like, "Deadliest Hikes in America") to see if that would ease my concerns and they just made my heart race. I'm not a heights guy nor am I a "fall to my death" guy.
So, I went back and forth on whether I would do this hike for months. Literally, the better part of a year I wavered on it...right up to that very day. The night before the hike I told myself it was okay if I didn't do it (and the other four members of my group said the same thing to each other). But, the other four guys seemed pretty committed and one of my former coworkers had done it over Spring Break a couple months earlier, so I felt a sense of obligation to do it.
We got out the door around 5:30 and made the drive to Zion, getting in sometime around 6 or 6:15. I don't recall waiting along time for a shuttle and, before too long, we were on our way to the stop for Angels Landing.
Here's the deal with Angels Landing: the trail is just over 2.5 miles, but the first two miles are pretty much just switchbacks and the last half mile is the actual spine that you climb out on (the scary stuff), so you have a LONG time to think about what lies ahead. The switchbacks are pretty tough, but the views along the way up are pretty great.
Zion Canyon by
Lee Hermiston, on Flickr
The switchbacks open up to an open sandy area just before the last half mile - Scouts Landing. It's your last stop before you go out on the spine. I had been a little apprehensive up to this point (I remember breathing a little more heavily than normal on the hike up, and it wasn't because it was strenuous), but when I finally saw what I was about to tackle, I felt...fine. It's hard to describe. Kind of like watching a scary movie with an unseen monster and then it's just some dude in a bad mask.
So, I was calm, but Angels Landing is no joke. I clutched to every chain that was provided me and clung to the face of the rock when there was no chain. For half a mile I climbed, shimmied, scooted and did whatever I could to make my way while avoiding falling to my death. And, I snapped a few pics, of course.
Angels Landing by
Lee Hermiston, on Flickr
Angels Landing by
Lee Hermiston, on Flickr
Angels Landing by
Lee Hermiston, on Flickr
I really don't know how long it took us to get to Angels Landing. I broke up the half mile into a dozen little portions, focusing only on the next step to take or the next chain to grab. But, eventually we made it and were treated to some incredible views.
This pic is from the top, but doesn't really do it justice:
Angels Landing by
Lee Hermiston, on Flickr
And here's a pic of me and my buddies (I'm the guy in the hat):
Angels Landing by
Lee Hermiston, on Flickr
We sat atop Angels Landing for a little bit. There were probably 30 or 40 other people up there. It's a fairly big area. I had a Clif bar while tons of chipmunks ran around, trying to scavenge whatever crumbs they could. I saw what I think was a peregrine falcon just off the mountain, as well. The weather was gorgeous and it was a really cool experience.
Of course, getting to the end of Angels Landing is only half the battle. We had to get back down. Because we had an early start, we didn't have too many people going the opposite way on our way out, but on the way back, there were considerably more people. That can make things tricky. You're either waiting for people to pass, clinging to the chain and making yourself as flat as possible so they can reach around you or trying to find a safe place to step off the trail to make room. It could be a little hair raising, but most people on the hike were really, really nice. I think we all understood this was a serious, dangerous hike and there was no sense in messing around.
We finally made it back to Scouts Landing and worked our way back down the switchbacks. I think a weight was definitely lifted for all of us. We had faced our fears and survived. I can't speak for my entire group (and I know one member of the party definitely does not share my opinion), but I thought it was a blast. I would probably do the hike again. That said, the overprotective father and husband in me would never do the hike with my wife and daughters (though I seriously doubt they would be interested).
So, that was Angels Landing. While not as "fun" as the Narrows and certainly more challenging, it was a great hike, probably my second favorite of the trip (behind the Narrows). I recommend it if you're in decent shape and don't totally lose it with heights.
After Angels we said goodbye for good to Zion. We drove back to our cabin and made a pit stop in Hurricane some really good Mexican food. That afternoon, we explored the Red Cliffs Recreation Area, which was literally right across the highway from our cabin. Supposedly, there was a trail with a waterfall over there, but all we found was some stale, stagnant pools. Not really worth getting into since it was kind of a bust, but we had fun.
When we got back to the cabin, we had supper, tidied up and loaded up the van. In the morning, we'd head to our next destination.
Next up...Bryce Canyon