Wednesday morning we set our alarm and headed out bright and early to make our 8:00 shuttle appointment at Zion National Park. We didn't realize it at the time, but our GPS had us entering the park on the far end from the visitors center (and shuttle stop). Zion Canyon and a scenic portion of Highway 9 intersect at a T near the visitors center. The shuttle runs into the Canyon itself where personal vehicles are not allowed.
Several shuttle stops were closed during our visit due to COVID.
Our initial thoughts for the day was to either hike The Narrows or venture towards Angels Landing. The Narrows is a water hike, which, after a bit of research, Wifey voted against. We hadn't brought water friendly shoes and didn't really have the time/advance planning/desire to rent a couple pair.
Accessing the shuttle was easy-peasy. We were NOT asked for our ID (meaning we could have totally come the day before using our passes in Wifey's dad's name) and we were soon heading up the canyon to the Grotto Trailhead.
The path to Angels Landing is 2.5 miles each way, with the last .5 mile being a rather famous "chain" section. The decision on that last half mile was pending.
The 2 miles in consisted of a stretch of long exposed switchbacks, a pleasant walk through a mini-canoyn, and then more tiny switchbacks called Walters Wiggles. Walters Wiggles was built by the CCC during the 1930s.
| Walters Wiggles! |
Just past the top of the Wiggles, the decision on whether to tackle the last 1/2 mile was made for us:
From Scouts Lookout we could see another landing just a bit further up the West Rim Trail so we hiked a bit further and enjoyed a quick lunch and some photos of the canyon.
We made our way back down the mountain successfully. Remember what time we started up? Around 9 am by the time we caught the shuttle etc. So the hike up, while exposed and not shaded was pleasant. It was tough hiking and a significant elevation change, but the weather was irrelevant. Moving back down, this was not the case. The sun was brutal. We kept thinking how un-fun it would be to be one of the hikers just beginning their assent a bit after noon.
As we reached the pools we began looking for the trail change.
We found an out of date sign for the Lower Emerald Pools trail. The trail was no longer present. We had some serious debate at this point since we'd reached the end of Wifey's hiking tolerance and she did NOT want to take the Upper Emerald Pool trail. We eventually decided that want to or not, Upper Emerald Pool was our only way out and we continued uphill (later we found the fork for the new Lower Emerald Pool and took the easy way home).