The Complete Coyote Gulch Tale

The Epic Five Part Series — Collected

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That is me at the entrance to the descent down into Coyote Gulch. Is that a petroglyph of a four legged animal on the ground in the wooded area to the left? I’m still not sure. The canyon wall at my 2 o’clock is where the giant phantom petroglyph was visible for a short time though not at all from this angle or at this exact time of day.

Chapter 1: To the Edge of Coyote Gulch

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The Phantom Petroglyph. Keep looking, eventually you will see it.

Chapter 2: Into the Gulch

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The river and lush greenery
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The river is just to the right of the trees in this picture
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A rocky section where the river ran at its lowest
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Me at Coyote Natural Bridge

Chapter 3: Never Getting Out

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The “frozen man” tree picture that we used to puzzle out our location and find our initial entry point into the canyon.

Chapter 4: What are We Gonna Do Now Man?

Chapter 5: The Long Road(s) Home

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The view from our campsite near twilight the night before we would make for Coyote Gulch.

Her calm demeanor rarely wavered no matter what new calamity befell us, so when she spoke those four words “I’m scared too Dan” the gravity of our situation, the actual danger we faced, became more clear than it had any time until that point.

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One more view from the campsite. This one just a few minutes earlier.

It was still very dark and hiking was going to be slow and dangerous but it would not be the death wish it would have been had we been in the complete black of a new moon.

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The rattler we encountered in the desert on the hike to the 40mile ridge entrance point to Coyote Gulch

I remember Kat calling out “I found it, it’s here, thank God, it’s the road.” and me stumbling up toward her expecting a large cleared expanse.

Not a bark and not a meow either but somehow a hybrid of the two, like a dogs ego with a cat’s id made audible. To me it sounded like death on the wind.

“It’s dead Dan, the GPS is dead.”

At one point I pulled out my knife, held it out in front of me, and screamed for the coyotes to come and get me, challenging them to a duel of sorts. Were it not so stupid and potentially dangerous it would have been a hilarious site to behold.

Epilogue

Afterword

Written by

Research scientist (Ph.D. micro/mol biology), Thought middle manager, Everyday junglist, Selecta (Ret.), Boulderer, Cat lover, Fish hater

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