I was sitting at work the other day trying to think of some fun stuff to do that would have a lower impact on my body. I have been beating myself up pretty good lately and needed to take it easy for at least one weekend. That is a lot harder for me than one would think. I get bored easily and all I can think about lately is bikepacking. Then it hit me!
I inherited a kayak a few years ago, and although most my friends have used it, I have never actually sat in the thing. What could be more low impact than paddling across a lake to do some camping?! This big orange boat is even big enough to strap my bike to. And just like that, I had a plan.
Two days later, I find myself scouting the shores of Lake Powell looking for slickrock to roll. There is a lifetime of lines out there and I spent a day exploring as many as I could. I made camp on the sandy banks and spent a warm night under a huge, clear sky. I wasn’t very far off the beaten path and I still had phone service so I sent a picture out to the DC crew. Mostly to make them jealous, but also just to let somebody know where I was. Right when I was about to fall asleep, I get a text from Big Jonny:
BJ: I don’t know where you are but it looks pretty awesome
DB: Right now I am in my sleeping bag on an island in Lake Powell. Paddled my kayak out here with my fatbike strapped to it
BJ: you alone or do you have a lady with you?
DB: I’m flying solo. Just me, some Brass Monkey and a sixer of Bud heavy
BJ: You are a hard man
DB: Shit. I’m as soft as the Pillsbury Dough Boy
BJ: HA! You are like the Mark Cavendish of adventure touring!
That gave me a good laugh. With friends like that…
Paddling out across the lake the next morning, I saw a buoy directing me to Antelope Canyon. Now I have done the “hike” from above, complete with the exorbitant entry fee, and it was OK. But something about sneaking around the back way for free was really appealing. Curiosity got the best of me and I paddled up the canyon until it narrowed and came to a stop on a sandy beach. I got out of the boat to sip a lunch beer and have a walk around. The canyon kept going for a while and had a flat (ish) sandy bottom. Logically, I unloaded the bike and pedaled up canyon for probably about an hour. There were a few sections I had to get off and push, but most of it was ride-able. I finally turned around when I reached a giant boulder chocked into the canyon blocking my way. Almost out of water, and really hungry, I decided this was a good spot to turn around and head back to the boat. It was much easier rolling back since it was slightly downhill and I already laid down one set of tracks. At certain points the canyon would narrow so much that my handlebars couldn’t even fit through. It was an amazing experience
For the first time ever, I made a video of one of my trips. I have never made a video of any kind before so be gentle. It was actually pretty fun to do and hope to make more if you guys dig it…by