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Southern Utah

Say you were given the unfortunate choice of having only one place in the world to explore in your life; what would it be? Not a scenario that I would ever want to settle for, but if forced my answer would come without hesitation. Southern Utah.
After nearly 20 years of living in the desert Southwest, I am continually awed by the intricacies of its impossibly complicated landscape. This place can cradle you like a baby or torture you relentlessly.
On any given trip you may find yourself in calm serene pools of crystal clear water surrounded by budding cottonwood trees. Or, around the next bend, the wind might unleash a mental and physical beating of unbelievable force.
You can look out from a high point and find your destination seemingly only a few miles away, yet it may take hours or even days to navigate the maze of canyons hiding below the rim. It’s a mysterious place full of forgotten corners, lost arrowheads, baffling rock art. And it pulls at my soul in ways I can’t describe.

The Foolz

The Foolz Tour is an annual pilgrimage to places like these, on and around April Fools Day. Human-powered travel and having maximum fun are the only hard rules we follow.
Over the years this has taken many forms: packrafts, bikes, crawling on hands and knees, and technical climbing endeavors.
2017 was a painful mix of all the above, with parts bad weather, mental hurdles, and an unsurprisingly sandbagged itinerary. Two new foolz were indoctrinated into the fold Ashley and Cara. Returning members included Andy, Jon, and myself—all original cast members.

Just Another Foolz Errand

On March 25, 2017 we took one last look at the weather and set off. The forecast seemed questionable for the whole beginning and middle portion of the trip, but our bags were packed and our rendezvous was set.
Under darkening skies we set off for nine days of desert travel hoping the weather would hold and our food cache would still be buried safely in the sand.
Our first mission was to ride down to the Dirty Devil River, where we would transform into amphibious mode and packraft through the canyon looking for climbing objectives.
Desert towers are always on my list, and I had a few new places to explore. The weather cooperated for the moment and we were able to summit a great, albeit short new sandstone choss tower. More packrafting saw us exiting the canyon, and we transferred back into biking mode for a few days of mixed pavement, dirt, sand, and junior varsity bike slogging.
Our next objective was to connect canyons via a longish four-hour paddle across Lake Powell. By then the weather had caught up to us; we sat the night out in a tiny scraped-out bivy, inside a cramped cave, while a ground blizzard of sand and rain hammered the canyon floor.
To our surprise the next morning presented a lull in the storm that allowed us safe passage across the committing expanses of Lake Powell.
Our spirits were high after a long yet uneventful crossing, and we eagerly built up our bikes in preparation for what looked like a great ride up canyon. I predicted it would take an hour or two to ride it, but as mentioned earlier, the desert sometimes has other ideas.
About a quarter-mile up canyon we ran into the first many endless tiers of manky beaver ponds, choked with willows. Forward progress came to an abrupt halt while we searched for an alternative exit, but I was struck with an epiphany: “we need to find a giant culvert to bivy in tonight.”

Culvert Camp

My outburst was met with questionable looks from my companions as we continued to slog out the festering tepid water full of punji sticks. Hours later we found ourselves on the paved road near Ticaboo, another cold storm baring down on us. Culvert camp was becoming a reality, and just before dark we ducked off the road and into the, “Mother of all Culverts.”
After a dreamy night of being cradled in the bowels of the earth by a giant metal tube, we were “ready” to attack the third and final leg of the tour, a tricky decent to the edge of Good Hope Bay, and another long packraft crossing.
The old cattelman’s trail here is hard to follow and super exposed, but we were treated to the best weather of the trip, and it almost felt a bit anticlimactic to be crossing the glassy water at sunset, shirtless, and unworried about where the hell my headlamp might be packed.
Camp was minutes away and the shore was lined with decades of driftwood to help dry out our soggy everything. We had endured some rough times on this trip but our final camp was not one of them.

Numbers

  • 200 ish miles
  • 9 days
  • 3 packrafting segments of about 35 total miles
  • 2 first ascents
  • 1 other human we spoke with along the way
  • 90 dollars we gave that human for junk food
  • 1 derailleur torn off bike
  • 0 mutinies

Note: We currently do not have permits to guide in this region, but we are working on it and will keep you posted.

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Ashley Caruth riding wet washes Southern Utah
Ashley Caruth riding wet washes Southern Utah.
Foolz Tour IV - Cara Kropp after doing a new rock climbing route.
Cara Kropp after doing a first ascent along the way.
The foolz.
The foolz (minus photographer, Steve "Doom" Fassbinder).
Andrew Burr Ashley Carruth "freak gasoline explosion accident", southern Utah
"The zoolander series! That was a great sesh and a much needed comedy relief at that point in the trip when Cara and I almost staged an insurrection against doom!" ~Ashley Carruth.
Ashley Caruth packrafting under the Sacred Yak tower Dirty Devil River, Southern Utah.
Ashley Caruth packrafting under the Sacred Yak tower Dirty Devil River, Southern Utah.
Andrew Burr
Andrew Burr.
Andrew Burr barefoot bouldering over the Dirty Devil Southern Utah
Andrew Burr barefoot bouldering over the Dirty Devil.
Culvert camp.
Culvert camp.
Bikepacking
The hand of Doom with Jon Bailey Ashley Carruth Cara Kropp Lake Powell Utah
The hand of Doom with Jon Bailey, Ashley Carruth, Cara Kropp, Lake Powell Utah.

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