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Death Hollow
    Talk about a high adventure trip.  Death Hollow is about as high adventure as they come.  You start out in the mountains, and decend rapidly to the desert through a wash.  Soon the trail narrows and you find yourself dropping off of chockstones into cold water below.  Then you must wade and swim your pack through the frigid pools, while avoiding poison ivy and drenching your pack and it's contents.  All I can say, is I can't wait to go again.  It's hard to describe the wonderful feel of the desert, but my father's words in the following poem, and my pictures below do an OK job.....at least until you can visit yourself.
Enjoy!
Pilgrimage
       I come seeking Spirit
                           Deep and strong among
                                                  Sandstone Cliffs
       The sun drenched guardians of secret places
                           Green and wet
                                                   Where toads chant
                                                                         And coyotes come to dance
       Silent Sentinels rising into cobolt skies
                           Ablaze with searing heat
                                                   Curing desert varnish like a kiln
                                                                         Ancient petroglyphs still fresh in their memories
       Their ageless faces comfort
                            When change disrupts
       Their wisdom wispers intimation
                             Of who I am
       Solid.  Strong.
                             They cover my weakness
                                                     Calm my fear
       Their serenity seeps into my soul
                               Clearing confusion
                                                       Defining priorities
                                                                          Touching Deity
       I come reverently, on foot
                                Shed of all but basics
                                                        To feel the Spirit
                                                                          Ancient
                                                                          Unspeakable
       It permeates their rhelm
                               If only we listen

  Brent Julander
  2005

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Death Hollow, Escalante, Utah
 On the road to the trailhead
 Started out in the mountains
 Steep decent down the trail
 Manzanita!  Everywhere
 Hitting some slickrock
 On the trail
 Big red fly

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Open meadow along the trail
 Bear tracks!
 Sandy riverbed was our trail
 Starting to get narrow
 Beautiful seep
 Nice reflection
 Oil slick reflection

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Filtering our water
 First night camp
 See dad. See dad swim.
 Swim, Dave, swim
 A nice gopher snake
 Getting narrower
 Swimming the packs

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Pack on a tube; pure genious
 Me and my dad
 Dave swinging down a chockstone
 Swimming the narrows
 Cold water
 Moonlit cliffside
 Dad and Dave by the fire

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Me by the fire
 Second camp
 Awesome cliffs
 Crossing the big lake
 Amazing coloration
 Second snake, a garter
 Seeps at the bottom of cliffs

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Dad and Dave meet a seep
 Desert path?!  Looks like jungle
 Magnificent!
 Ponderosa and cliff
 Subway-ish narrows
 Be-autiful
 Awesome waterfall seep

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Watch out for poison ivy
 Cool rock face
 Love the desert varnish
 In the hanging gardens
 The mighty Escalante river
 Nice arch near the end
 Natural bridge to end our trip