Adventures never end when you're a Matheson! Let me explain:
Malcom absolutely loved exploring along the trail.
Atlas the Great Dane: Afraid of horses and floppy hats. Also, master K-9 poser.
For those of you who have not been to Darby Canyon, it is a beautiful, well-traveled hike. The trail goes up the mountain for about 2 miles and leads to waterfalls, the Wind Caves (also the first cave system I've ever been in... and where I discovered that yes, I am quite claustrophobic!), ice caves, and all sorts of fun things. Anyway, in true Matheson form, we arrived at the trail head to begin our hike at around 4 in the afternoon. That's fairly late, if you plan on having enough time to get up the mountain with time to take pictures along the way. We discussed this, packed food and blankets just in case we needed to take our time coming down in the dark.
James and his family were much slower than we were, and we lost track of them about a quarter of the way up. Ben went back to see if he could find them, but when he didn't, just assumed they got tired and headed back. Becky hiked with Calvin in the baby-pack (is that what you call those things?), Malcom switched between riding on Ben and Sarah's shoulders and walking, and we all carried multiple bags of supplies.
We got up to the last meadow, just before the treeline and the waterfalls and caves, and everyone took a break (except Sarah, Atlas, and I, as we wanted to at least see the entrance to the caves). The camera camera came with us, of course! And since I didn't have a tripod with me, Sarah pretended to be one (dare I say, she was magnificent? Because she was!). We got a few good shots this way:
I credit Sarah with this one: she spotted the little creature and then got on her hands and knees and pretended to be a tripod while I shot this. Sarah rocks!
Trees! And it's green!
This is the mouth of the Wind Caves, as seen from below. The next photo is much closer to the falls:
The Falls: The Wind Cave entrance is just above the top of waterfall. You have to go up the trail a little more to get there.
After we had our fill of exploring, we headed back to the others in the meadow. It was just about sunset in the mountains, and time to head back! Everyone got bundled up with babies and backpacks... It didn't take long before darkness engulfed the mountainside. I don't think any of us were worried: we've all had plenty of outdoor experiences, and three out of the four of us were well acquainted with the trail (seriously, you can't get lost, it's exceptionally well marked!). Both kids were happy as clams too! Such little adventurers! It should also be noted that Sarah and Becky have both worked in jobs were they have led night-hikes through mountains with delinquent youth for weeks on end. I slowed us down, as I have the night-vision of a blind cow... but everyone else was doing just fine, and Sarah held my arm as I felt my way around. (It didn't bother me, it wasn't my first time trying to find my way in the dark!). We're singing nice and loud, keeping track of everyone and going at a slow pace for safety, when Atlas halts, ears forward, alarmed, then practically jumps behind the rest of us in fear. Coward. We hear the thundering sounds of horse hooves coming up the mountainside. We try to get out of the way, yelling at the horse riders to stop before they trample us, and they do (but barely!).
Two horses, two riders. One of them asks how many people we have with us, if there are babies, if we're okay. Of course we are! Then he goes into a narrative about how our friends (James and his wife and baby), had waited at the bottom of the mountain all evening and began to get anxious when it got dark and we were still missing. They were looking for the number for search and rescue and about two seconds away from dialing it, when the he and his friend walked past with their horses. They offered to go up the mountain looking for us in order to avoid a HUGE search and rescue fine... and so they did... but James and his wife got them so riled up they were worried we had all collectively fallen off of a cliff somewhere, or been eaten by bears. At this point, he mentions that there has been a problem with bears in the Tetons this year, and he looks straight at Ben.
"Do you gotta guuun?" (he had a slight southern drawl).
"No."
"Whaaat?! YOU don't gotta GEeeuuUN???!" (This has become a favorite quote in our family, because the guy was SO incredulous. It was HILARIOUS!). At this point I'm pretty sure that we were the worst parents in history. I'll admit, I was a little embarrassed.
At this point he goes off about how he never leaves home with out it. He said he couldn't just leave us out there, especially now that he knew we didn't have a guuuun. We ended up putting myself and Becky on the two horses (I'm kinda slow since I'm night blind, and Becky just wanted to ride a horse). She had Calvin in his baby-carrier, and I had Malcom in a toddler pack on my back. The horses were wonderfully trained and I learned something new: horses have amazing night vision! It was a little scary at first, as I didn't know the temperament of the horse, I didn't know if it would try bucking me off or it would try anything sneaky while I was riding it. (I'll admit I don't know a lot about horses..). Most of the ride was so dark (for me) that I could see absolutely nothing, not even the horse I was riding! He could have walked straight off of a cliff and I wouldn't have known the difference. Kind of a scary thought, but the horse was much more capable than I was. It all turned out just fine (though I swear on my sister's deceased hamster that we were just fine before he came too!!).
We were blinded as we arrived at the trail head; James' had his headlights pointing directly in our eyes. I chuckled because they were trying to help, but it would have been MUCH easier navigating with starlight only over the last few foot bridges. James and his wife were shaking and looked like they were beyond worried.... oh man, we felt bad... but it was funny at the same time.
Anyway, we thanked the horsemen for their kindness (keeping to ourselves that we were truly, honest to goodness doing just fine before they got their.. but we didn't want to seem ungrateful), and thanked James for being so thoughtful. It's an odd experience to have to thank people for saving your life when they really didn't... haha! Sarah and Becky went back up the mountain that night and camped, while Ben and I headed home.
Things we learned from this experience:
1. Walkie talkies. 'Nuff said.
2. Horses are amazing navigators at night
3. The boys really like riding horses too!
4. Should have brought a tripod. Also, we need a wide-angle lens.
5. Never leave home with out a GUuuuUN!
Two horses, two riders. One of them asks how many people we have with us, if there are babies, if we're okay. Of course we are! Then he goes into a narrative about how our friends (James and his wife and baby), had waited at the bottom of the mountain all evening and began to get anxious when it got dark and we were still missing. They were looking for the number for search and rescue and about two seconds away from dialing it, when the he and his friend walked past with their horses. They offered to go up the mountain looking for us in order to avoid a HUGE search and rescue fine... and so they did... but James and his wife got them so riled up they were worried we had all collectively fallen off of a cliff somewhere, or been eaten by bears. At this point, he mentions that there has been a problem with bears in the Tetons this year, and he looks straight at Ben.
"Do you gotta guuun?" (he had a slight southern drawl).
"No."
"Whaaat?! YOU don't gotta GEeeuuUN???!" (This has become a favorite quote in our family, because the guy was SO incredulous. It was HILARIOUS!). At this point I'm pretty sure that we were the worst parents in history. I'll admit, I was a little embarrassed.
At this point he goes off about how he never leaves home with out it. He said he couldn't just leave us out there, especially now that he knew we didn't have a guuuun. We ended up putting myself and Becky on the two horses (I'm kinda slow since I'm night blind, and Becky just wanted to ride a horse). She had Calvin in his baby-carrier, and I had Malcom in a toddler pack on my back. The horses were wonderfully trained and I learned something new: horses have amazing night vision! It was a little scary at first, as I didn't know the temperament of the horse, I didn't know if it would try bucking me off or it would try anything sneaky while I was riding it. (I'll admit I don't know a lot about horses..). Most of the ride was so dark (for me) that I could see absolutely nothing, not even the horse I was riding! He could have walked straight off of a cliff and I wouldn't have known the difference. Kind of a scary thought, but the horse was much more capable than I was. It all turned out just fine (though I swear on my sister's deceased hamster that we were just fine before he came too!!).
We were blinded as we arrived at the trail head; James' had his headlights pointing directly in our eyes. I chuckled because they were trying to help, but it would have been MUCH easier navigating with starlight only over the last few foot bridges. James and his wife were shaking and looked like they were beyond worried.... oh man, we felt bad... but it was funny at the same time.
Anyway, we thanked the horsemen for their kindness (keeping to ourselves that we were truly, honest to goodness doing just fine before they got their.. but we didn't want to seem ungrateful), and thanked James for being so thoughtful. It's an odd experience to have to thank people for saving your life when they really didn't... haha! Sarah and Becky went back up the mountain that night and camped, while Ben and I headed home.
Things we learned from this experience:
1. Walkie talkies. 'Nuff said.
2. Horses are amazing navigators at night
3. The boys really like riding horses too!
4. Should have brought a tripod. Also, we need a wide-angle lens.
5. Never leave home with out a GUuuuUN!























