About a mile south of our campground is West Fork Trailhead, a trail I'd read about and was looking forward to hiking. Author Zane Grey hiked it, and was inspired to write his novel, Call of the Canyon. The canyon was calling me too.
It starts by crossing the creek on this bridge...not the first creek crossing we'll do, but the only one with a bridge.
Through an apple orchard to the mouth of the canyon.
It's hard to see the lilac blooms in this picture, but that's the reason I took the picture.
Ahead is the ruins of Mayhew Lodge, once a getaway for the rich and famous.
Some of the walls and the fireplace remain.
Another building is still pretty much intact. Once a cabin, it was converted to a chicken coop. A hole in the rock to its right was likely used for storage.
We will be trekking in the footsteps of Zane Grey, Clark Gable, Jimmy Stewart, Herbert Hoover, and Walt Disney.
The lodge in its heyday, long before a fire destroyed it in 1980.The storage cave.
It's not hard to imagine the chickens living here.
But the canyon is calling.
Entering the wilderness.
Map of the trail.
Please sign in, so they know where to look for your body...
Even though he was allowed, Thistle stayed home for this one. Note...13 creek crossings ahead. We tried to count them, but lost count along the way.
Here we go!
One is immediately overwhelmed by the steep canyon walls.
Not sure what these white flowers are, but they were blooming all along the trail.
I'm sure somebody will get right on it and find out.
Rocks carved by the creek.
Creek crossing #1
Birdie was pretty spunky crossing here, but I noticed she didn't do that on the way back, lol.
The trail was wide and shady. Perfect weather day.
Stopping to rest.
A mini slide rock. Probably popular in the summer. See the lady ahead of us across the creek?
We followed her without looking around for the basket rock cairn.
And didn't notice that we weren't supposed to cross here. No wonder we lost count of the crossings.
We followed a slightly narrower trail on the other side, never figuring out our mistake until on the way back.
Crossing again put us back on the right trail. So that was probably 2 extra crossings we did.
And another crossing.
We stopped at this crossing for a snack.
Sometimes you have to stand in the middle of the creek for the best picture.
The canyon narrows.
The rocks get farther apart. Notice Birdie is using her hiking stick here.
Not much to say about it except ooh and ahhh.
Coming to the end of the maintained trail. We could go farther, but...
the non-maintained trail continues that way.
A good place for a picnic lunch before starting back.
Birdie shared her bread with the fish.
Just a couple more shots on the return trip.
This time we counted all 13 crossings correctly.
That was Friday. On Saturday we had a snow day and declared it a day of rest in the campground.