Last time around, Tim and I hiked through Tidwell slot canyon in Southern Utah in the dead of winter and managed to get our rope along with the pull cord stuck on one 200ft rappel. I reached out to other canyoneering peeps via and gathered a small crew to head back down and see if the ropes were still living on the cliff ledge.
Cheers to those who pick up at a moments notice and follow me and Avenue into Utah's West Desert. I have written in the past about the deafening silence out in the Salt Flats and it still holds true, never disappoints. Pat and I, along with Avenue of course, hiked to a peak out in the middle of nowhere for some epic shots. I leave you with some stellar photos from this past weekend.
I'm three years behind on adding the following images, nevertheless this first canyoneering adventure got me hooked to the idea of heading out into the middle-of-no-where with ropes and descending into areas rarely visited by people. Enjoy.
This year of the Monkey has packed my memory with red rocks, mountains, and valley gorges. I live my weeks in preparation for the weekend reality. Quiet days spent alongside the rivers edge, digging my feet into the banks watching the sand camouflage into itself.
Patrick Hendry
Carrying on the tradition of canyoneering in the dead of winter, Tim and I found ourselves Bear Grylls'ing it after our last 200ft rappel. As the light of day dwindled, we set up shop on the side of a cliff, tucked Avenue into a snow coat, and shared a third of a bagel. We stoked the fire every 20 minutes for 12 hours to stay warm throughout the night. After the intense cold of night, two lost ropes, and no food, we started the down-climb towards Horseshoe Canyon.
Climbing in the cold down in Maple Canyon, kayaking with Avenue to Fremont Island at the Great Salt Lake, and hiking around in City of Rocks, Idaho in the snow is always a grand adventure. With the cold comes quiet. Not too many other adventurers out this time of year which makes it ideal.
Not too much to say other than it's always badass to be with good company in the most beautiful place on earth. The cherry on top is getting on rock and testing your physical limits then feeling exhausted while sitting back by a camp fire grubbing down on stellar food. Cheers ya'll who made this one hell of an experience!
Patrick Hendry Bicycle Tour Glacier National Park
We left Missoula eager to get to the mountains. Nature has a way of signaling you like the internal clock of a morning roosters crow. As the city faded south we cycled deeper into the wheat fields of Montana. Glacier National Park was 130 miles due North, 130 miles until my 26th birthday.
Desert camping and mountain hiking have been the dominate reality over the past four weeks. Reminiscing with old friends over whisky at the Knolls, climbing Sun Dial Peak with my cousin, and capturing epic night skies over the Salt Flats has led to some stellar galleries below. Along with the images there have been recent events in my life that I've not captured which I'd like to briefly document.