Bridge to Nowhere, 22 Nov
Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 7:04 am
Believe it or not, I had never been to the Bridge to Nowhere. Somehow it never sounded like an attractive hike, it being such low elevation and all, and I hate getting my feet wet, though the bridge itself has long (like for almost 30 years) fascinated me. So when Ingrid invited me along for a hike she planned on Sunday I finally took a crack at it.
My dog Cisco has a hotspot problem these days so I can't leave him alone for very long, which meant he had to come along. Since he is a stubborn, contrary dog, this meant it was going to be a complicated day, particularly with all the stream crossings we had to do. In fact, the nine mile round trip hike took us about eight hours. Whoa.
Despite the low elevation, the scenery is quite beautiful, with desert-like plants growing alongside the East Fork River in a deep gorge surrounded by high desolate cliffs. We started the hike at Heaton Flats with booties on Cisco:
However, after a few stream crossings Cisco decided he didn't want to wear the booties and he conducted a sit-down strike until I removed them. Here is Cisco on strike:
This is the kind of shit he pulls on hikes, which makes him not such a wonderful hiking partner.
Once I removed the booties, he pranced along just fine, for a while anyway.
It was a busy trail, with something like forty people part of a Bungee America group heading to the bridge for some bungee jumping. The trail itself gets washed out every year, apparently, so it was hard to follow in places and we had to backtrack a few times. Still the scenery was lovely:
The best way to get across the stream (there were about a half dozen crossings each way) is to just forget about stepping stones or logs and get your feet wet. I had waterproofed my boots the night before, so my feet stayed dry unless the water came in over the tops of the boots. The best footwear for this hike would be some kind of non-waterproof trail shoes that allowed the water to flow in and out, though with feet like mine you appreciate the firm sole support of mountaineering boots, especially when crossing over rocky streambeds. A lot ofthe bungee jumpers were wearing Vans, and it made my toes curl just thinking about how that must feel. But aside from the streambeds and a few short talus slopes, the trail is very smooth and mild, mostly dirt or sand. Nice.
We got to the bridge just as the bungee jumping started:
I read about a 16.5 mile through trip one can do from Vincent Gap down through the Narrows and out to Heaton Flats. I'd like to try that someday. Without the dog.
On our way back we tried to stay on a higher trail that ran along the eastern slope of the gorge, but at one point we found ourselves stuck about 50 feet up a cliff with the trail in front of us completely washed out. It was quite an adventure getting Cisco down that cliff. I had my hands full at the time, so didn't take any photos, but I got a shot of the cliff from below:
At the bottom of the cliff we took a break next to a quiet pool where golden trout frolicked:
By the time we had done ten or so stream crossings, Cisco finally figured out that the best way to get across was simply to get his feet wet and just wade through the channel. This made stream crossings a lot easier, towards the end.
We finally got back to the car at almost 6:30pm, as it was getting dark. Almost all the bungee jumpers were still well behind us on the trail, very few of them properly equipped for backcountry travel. It got cold as soon as the sun disappeared (it sure was cold in the morning when we started), and I wondered how many flashlights there were in their party. Anyway, it was nice to remove our boots and squeeze the water out of our socks and rest up for the evening drive back down the mountain.
Moar photos here.
My dog Cisco has a hotspot problem these days so I can't leave him alone for very long, which meant he had to come along. Since he is a stubborn, contrary dog, this meant it was going to be a complicated day, particularly with all the stream crossings we had to do. In fact, the nine mile round trip hike took us about eight hours. Whoa.
Despite the low elevation, the scenery is quite beautiful, with desert-like plants growing alongside the East Fork River in a deep gorge surrounded by high desolate cliffs. We started the hike at Heaton Flats with booties on Cisco:
However, after a few stream crossings Cisco decided he didn't want to wear the booties and he conducted a sit-down strike until I removed them. Here is Cisco on strike:
This is the kind of shit he pulls on hikes, which makes him not such a wonderful hiking partner.
Once I removed the booties, he pranced along just fine, for a while anyway.
It was a busy trail, with something like forty people part of a Bungee America group heading to the bridge for some bungee jumping. The trail itself gets washed out every year, apparently, so it was hard to follow in places and we had to backtrack a few times. Still the scenery was lovely:
The best way to get across the stream (there were about a half dozen crossings each way) is to just forget about stepping stones or logs and get your feet wet. I had waterproofed my boots the night before, so my feet stayed dry unless the water came in over the tops of the boots. The best footwear for this hike would be some kind of non-waterproof trail shoes that allowed the water to flow in and out, though with feet like mine you appreciate the firm sole support of mountaineering boots, especially when crossing over rocky streambeds. A lot ofthe bungee jumpers were wearing Vans, and it made my toes curl just thinking about how that must feel. But aside from the streambeds and a few short talus slopes, the trail is very smooth and mild, mostly dirt or sand. Nice.
We got to the bridge just as the bungee jumping started:
I read about a 16.5 mile through trip one can do from Vincent Gap down through the Narrows and out to Heaton Flats. I'd like to try that someday. Without the dog.
On our way back we tried to stay on a higher trail that ran along the eastern slope of the gorge, but at one point we found ourselves stuck about 50 feet up a cliff with the trail in front of us completely washed out. It was quite an adventure getting Cisco down that cliff. I had my hands full at the time, so didn't take any photos, but I got a shot of the cliff from below:
At the bottom of the cliff we took a break next to a quiet pool where golden trout frolicked:
By the time we had done ten or so stream crossings, Cisco finally figured out that the best way to get across was simply to get his feet wet and just wade through the channel. This made stream crossings a lot easier, towards the end.
We finally got back to the car at almost 6:30pm, as it was getting dark. Almost all the bungee jumpers were still well behind us on the trail, very few of them properly equipped for backcountry travel. It got cold as soon as the sun disappeared (it sure was cold in the morning when we started), and I wondered how many flashlights there were in their party. Anyway, it was nice to remove our boots and squeeze the water out of our socks and rest up for the evening drive back down the mountain.
Moar photos here.
and take pictures, I'm not sure I will ever do something like that even though it sounds like fun, I have this crazy fear of free falling 
Plus I was afeared that me two spinal fusions would let go