Trip to Lake Powell: Rainbow Cruise

13 March 1984

There is something in the harmony of sky and rock and water — something that ensnares the soul in the flow of time.  In the mystical canyons of the Glen, grasp infinity in the palm of your hand. 
Find eternity in an hour.

From: Glen Canyon-Lake Powell  The Story Behind the Scenery

This was the day of our Rainbow Cruise on Lake Powell.  We had a beautiful day for the 100-mile (160 km) roundtrip cruise.  Our boat trip took us to several points of interest hidden in the nooks and crannies of what used to be Glen Canyon, including its most prominent feature — Rainbow Bridge (see next blog post).

[Click the map for the “Official” Guide for Lake Powell]

Of the 11 rolls of film Mui shot on this trip, most were taken during this cruise.  In those pre-digital days of photography, that was quite an investment for a 5-day trip!!!

We boarded our boat at Wahweap Marina.
(Wahweap is a Paiute word that means bitter or bad water.)

Castle Rock represented Mt Sinai in the movie The Greatest Story Ever Told,
which was filmed before the canyon was flooded.

Gunsight Butte was the scene of the flight from Egypt to Jerusalem
in the movie The Greatest Story Ever Told.

The first 35 minutes of the Planet of the Apes was filmed on this mesa.

Can you find the boat in the rock?

Left: This formation is characterized as the Needle and Eye.
right: the needle

The Eye

Forbidding Canyon
the local indians knew navajo Mountain (on the left) as the head of earth.

Forbidding Canyon

Whiskey Cave  was named for its obvious hangover!

Dangling Rope Canyon was initially named Hanging Rope Canyon
for the ropes that miners used to lower themselves to the canyon floor.

It was a great day for a water tour of Lake Powell.

Trip to Lake Powell: Glen Canyon Dam

12 March 1984

Lake Powell, located within Glen Canyon National Recreation Area (GCNRA), is the second largest man-made reservoir in the US.  (Lake Mead in the largest.)  Both the lake and the GCNRA were created when Glen Canyon was flooded after the construction of a dam over the Colorado River.  Though the lake straddles the state line between Utah and Arizona, most of it lies within Utah.  It was named for explorer John Wesley Powell, a one-armed American Civil War veteran who explored the river in 1869.

Google Maps Satellite view of Lake Powell and the GCNRA.
(Page, Arizona and the glen canyon dam in the lower left corner;
rainbow bridge right of the center.)

Here’s a bit of Glen Canyon history from a note in my album (I’m afraid I didn’t indicate the source of the information):

The first written record of Glen Canyon is found in the journal of Father Escalante whose exploring party floundered for several days at the edge of the barrier.  When they reluctantly decided to return to Santa Fe, it was only to encounter more difficulty and hardship on their homeward bound journey.  On October 26, 1776, they reached the Colorado River at Lees Ferry.  Laboriously, they climbed cliffs and walked through deep sand…scouting a ford.  On the night of November 2, they camped along Wahweap Creek (near the present location of Wahweap Lodge).  On November 7, they chopped steps in the sandstone wall at Padre Creek and safely arrived at the banks of the Colorado.  This location is now known as “Crossing of the Fathers.”

The name Glen Canyon, however, we owe to John Wesley Powell who observed numerous “glens” along the banks of the Colorado.  As an early advocate of water reclamation, his name is certainly most appropriate for the lake that now fills Glen Canyon.

Basing ourselves in Page, Arizona, we spent the first day getting acquainted with our immediate environs.  We stopped at a few overlooks to view Lake Powell from above and then went down to the banks of the lake to get a different perspective of the scenery.

View of Lake Powell from Arizona.

Mui sets up his new SLR camera on ...

… Lone Rock Beach on the Utah side of Lake Powell.

Easy to tell where Lone Rock Beach gets its name.

Later in the day, we visited Glen Canyon Dam, the second largest dam on the Colorado River.  Located near Page, Arizona, the dam is as controversial now as it was when construction began in 1956.  Total cost of the project was approximately $272,000,000.  The dammed water started to fill the reservoir on March 13, 1963, and reached it’s maximum elevation of 3,708 feet (1,112 m) in July 1983.

The site of the Glen Canyon Dam was chosen because the canyon
at this point was not only narrow, but there were also no faults nearby.

(OK, I admit … I added us to the photo after the fact!)

Glimpse of the Colorado River from the crest of the dam.

It’s 716 feet (213 m) from the crest to the bottom of the dam.

Our tour took us to the bottom of the dam …

… and gave us a glimpse into the generator room.

Several months after our trip, I came across this image that I found interesting … mostly because of our recent visit to Lake Powell.  Here’s a bit from Wikipedia that further explains:

The winter of 1982–1983 provided a deep snowpack over much of the watershed behind the dam.  This was followed by an exceptionally wet early spring.  In May, there was a quick rise in temperatures.  All of these factors combined to create perfect conditions for maximum runoff in the Colorado River basin.  By early June, the river was rapidly filling Lake Powell.  By late June, even with the powerhouse running at full flow capacity and opening bypass jet tubes, the sustained inflow of over 100,000 cu ft/s (2,800 m3/s) required using the spillways for the first time.

Lake Powell spills for the first time.
[scanned from a magazine; source unidentified]

Trip to Lake Powell: Getting There

11 March 1984

In early March, wanting a change from snow and cold weather, we headed south.  Our destination was Lake Powell, located within the Glen Canyon National Recreation Area.  We took a roundabout way to get there, driving to St  George, in southern Utah, and cutting through Zion National Park.  This route added 80 miles (128 km) to our drive, but it was worth it to get a quick glimpse of one of the nation’s premier national parks.

We covered 880 miles (1408 km) on this trip.

After overnighting (I think) in St George, we dallied just long enough the next morning to take photographs of the first LDS (Mormon) temple that was built in Utah.  Constructed between 1869-1877, it cost $1,000,000.  I don't want to even try to calculate what that would be in current-day dollars, but the white-plastered building was stunning against the deep blue sky.  (Click here for more information.)

Zion National Park (ZNP) is the result of millions of years of upheaval and the erosive forces of wind, rain, frost, and the Virgin River, which combined to cut through the layers of Navajo sandstone.  The 2,000 feet (610 m) deep canyon is one of the spectacular features of the park.  Our first visit to ZNP, which was named Mukutuweap until the name was changed to Zion in 1918, was necessarily brief.  We drove in through the East Entrance and went out through the South Entrance.  We made a few stops along the way to enjoy the towering cliffs, but that was pretty much all that we had time to do.

TEMPLES AND TOWERS OF THE VIRGIN
(1) West Temple; (2) Sundial; (3) Altar of Sacrifice

“There is an eloquence to these forms which stirs the imagination with a
singular power, and kindles in the mind a glowing response … Nothing
can exceed the wondrous beauty of Zion Valley” — Clarence E. Dutton, 1882

Court of Patriarchs

Weeping Rock

Mud deposited in lowland streams millions of years ago was covered with
windblown sand.  Centuries of pressure squeezed the mud into thin shale
layers and the sand into thick sandstone.  Water passes easily through
sandstone but not shale.  The moisture soaks into the sandstone and when it reaches
the shale, it moves sideways to emerge onto the face of the cliff as a spring.

Hoodoos are eroded surfaces of Navajo sandstone.
The rock formation near the trees on the right is a hoodoo in the making.

the checkers (or biscuits) that groove the surface of Checkerboard Mesa
are formed by weathering of horizontal bedding planes and vertical cracks.

The quick drive through ZNP whetted our appetite for exploring the park.  Subsequent years found us returning to do just that.

Park City: Skiing the Bunny Slopes

23 February 1984

There wasn’t any snowfall where I grew up, except perhaps in the high reaches of distant mountains.  There were no ski resorts nearby; therefore no opportunities to learn how to ski.

Shortly after we moved to Utah, one of the local TV stations in SLC ran a contest, offering a day of ski lessons at Snowbird.  Viewers were asked to send in a postcard with a few words explaining why they wanted to learn to ski.  I’m not one to enter such contests, but with Mui’s encouragement, I sent in an entry.  Surprise, surprise — I won!  My entry wasn’t a particularly brilliant essay.  I just wrote something along the lines of, “I’ve never had a chance to learn to ski before.”  I can only guess that they must have been short on entrants!

Long story short, I went up to Snowbird with a van-full of contest winners and spent the day on the slopes.  During the morning lesson, I spent more time trying to stay upright on my skis than I did actually skiing.  It was a different story in the afternoon — I was whizzing down the slopes over and over, not taking a single tumble.  The hot chili served during our lunch break must have been spiked with some magic skiing dust or something.

A few weeks later, Mui and I went to Park City, took a lesson together, and conquered the bunny slopes there.

A 52-mile (83-km) drive puts us on the slopes of Park City.

The mountains in Park City are crisscrossed with ski runs.

I never became an aficionado of skiing, but did accompany Mui on day-trips to nearby ski resorts.  A good book; a cup of hot cocoa; a lounge chair in the sun; and beautiful scenery … that became my idea of a good day on the slopes.

An Evening of Elegance

10 February 1984

I have no idea how I got roped into being involved in a fundraiser for Ballet West, Utah’s premier dance company. But there I was, on the committee responsible for organizing an event for just that purpose. I can only guess that my friend Robyn begged me nicely and promised I could stay in the background. As long as I didn’t have to solicit people for donations for the auction or cajole patrons into buying a table for the event, I was up for anything.

The fundraiser lived up to its name — it was truly An Evening of Elegance. Guests were dressed to the nines, dinner was served on fine china, the wine flowed freely, and the music was perfectly suited to the ambiance of historic Hotel Utah.

Here is some of my memorabilia from that evening … you can click any image for a more legible version.

The teaser postcard was designed to pique the curiosity of Ballet West supporters.

A pre-event article designed to give a taste of what's to come.

Tickets were not inexpensive.

This invitation insert listed a sampling of the items for auction.

Pages from the program.

And on the auction block were ...

The post-event article in the Salt Lake Tribune identified Mui as "Doctor Erkun."

A note of thanks for a job well done.

I received one of these posters as a gift.

It was a successful evening by all accounts.