We stopped at the Upper Calf Creek Falls on our way out of Escalante. I think this might become a tradition. Last year we didn’t know what awaited us at the bottom of the trail, so we did our swimming au naturel.
This time we wore our swimsuits under our clothes. We weren’t sure if we would actually make the plunge since it was freezing cold outside, but we decided that luck favors the prepared and it would be feeble to not even give ourselves the option. Due to National Park closures, there were several other people at the falls and us skinny dipping might leave them with a bad impression of Utah. So we brought the swimsuits.
Did I mention it was freezing outside? Last year was hot and I still remember how icy the water was even on that beautiful day. This year it was overcast and there was an arctic wind blowing. I wasn’t sure I was brave enough to take the plunge, or that the thrill was worth the chill. But once again, in the interest of not being feeble, I decided I’d regret not doing it. Besides, there was a group of people watching and I’d practiced my swan dive at Lake Powell during the summer.
I eventually had to take the towel back because, careful as he was, Cuzco could not prevent it from sliding off on that steep trail. And I removed the brassiere because I felt it embarrassed for the poor guy. Besides, it was impairing his vision. He kept stopping and turning his head so he could peer out from behind it, but he never once shook or tried to scrape it off on a tree. I told you he’s a good packer!