I’ve been using a Paradox Unaweep 3900 in VX42 since last fall, which is the first pack in years I’ve used that I didn’t make. Much has already been said about the Unaweep’s brilliance, but once you’ve made a pack or two, it’s impossible to just leave things as is.
The goal was to utilize the Unaweep’s near-perfect harness design, but in a slightly slimmer, more flexible package optimized for the canyon country hiking that I most often do. This means a decent bit of scrambling, narrow spots, and bushwacking in canyon bottoms. While the Unaweep moves more like a internal framed pack than other externals, it’s still rather stiff and wide for my usual needs.
Fabric is X50 from Dimension-Polyant, which is 500d cordura, x-ply, .5 PET layer. 7.9 oz/sq yd. I’m a big Cordura fan and this stuff is great. It’s reasonably pliable and should be a decent bit more abrasion resistant than VX42, which I haven’t been terribly impressed with. It could be made even better by removing the x ply yarn, which does nothing but add stiffness and weight in this heavy of a fabric. Some colors other than black Multicam would be welcome as well.
I used .16″x.5″ 7075 aluminum for the stays. It cannot be emphasized enough how differently 7075 behaves compared to 6061. In addition to being much stronger, you can bend 7075 quite a lot and it just springs back to it’s previous shape. 6061 stays as you bend it.
Hipbelt attachment to the frame is the same as the Unaweep, although the attachment points are about 5.5″ apart compared to ~12″ on the Unaweep. At least on my skinny frame this allows quite a bit better wrap. After using the external-style hipbelt attachment I can’t imagine making or buying anything else. You have to have a bottom crosspiece but I’d wager it still ends up lighter than wing style belts because you don’t need a lumbar pad, hipbelt stiffeners, reinforcement to the belt connection, etc.
Stay sleeves are all on the outside of the pack, which makes removal for other pack bags easier and allows for much easier sealing from the inside.
Bottom compression strap can be placed over side pocket to keep it nice and tight (above) or under/inside the pocket to be out of the way (below).
This is achieved by not sewing the entire side of the pocket; it’s just bartacked with the daisy chain.
Dimensions are about 11.5″ across the back, 34″ circumference for the lower part tapering to 38″at the top. Weight is 3 lb on the nose plus about 5 oz for the front compression pocket.
It’s first outing was a week long trip down in the Pollywog Bench area and it performed flawlessly. Starting out with 7 days of not particularly light food, full packrafting gear and a six-pack of Tecate felt fantastic. It won’t haul out an elk as comfortably as the Unaweep, but for loads up to 40-50 lb I can’t imagine much improvement. It carries a more typical 20-30 lb more comfortably than I’ve ever experienced.
Like the Unaweep, it should make a great platform for future projects.
There might not be a place where the old “39′ cliffs don’t show up on a topo” is more appropriate. This is hard country to negotiate.
We did, but it wasn’t looking good in a couple places…
Things get a little easier on top, but not much
The upper reaches of Lake Powell are particularly maddening. When you figure the amount of time it took for the lake to fill, all those upper reaches were destroyed for what, 20 years of use? Lame. The standing dead cottowoods won’t let you forget how recently things were different…
Nice beach spot with views of some of the most awesome wilderness in the lower 48…
I don’t think I’ve ever come to so many places in one trip where I said, “no way this goes” and then, just barely, it does. I laughed more than once recalling Dave’s story of running around up here in the dark.
For the time of year water was surprisingly scarce. While Choprock not far north had received significant rain in the past month, there had been zero further south. So it goes in canyon country.
Good reason to visit some of the most strangely-located potholes anywhere, even if they’re a few miles out of the way.
Again, from the top (and all the way down) it looked like there was no way this route would go, but alas…
back to solid streambed…
Time for a little catching up. I’ve been wanting to do something different format-wise for the site but still can’t decide what I want so might as well put up some recent (and not so recent) pics for now.
We had planned on this being a bit longer Grand Gulch loop but a pretty serious incoming storm had us change our plans for something with less chance of a stranded vehicle and easier bail if needed.
The rain didn’t become the expected downpour until we were out, but we did get to enjoy a pretty nice afternoon weather show from our alcove camp…
…is there anything better?
A tinge of autumn light in the air…
…monkeyflower, columbines, orchids, and lobelia making an already strangely lush place even more ridiculously pretty…
…and some good company.
Like adding any new piece to backpacking, bringing a baby definitely requires some travel style changes.
Mostly, this means much more modest distances traveled and lots of stops for feeding. This means plenty of time to do things I don’t otherwise do, like poke around in every side canyon, do day hikes from a basecamp, and climb up to alcoves. The idea of a 20 mile day feels pretty funny…
I also bought a tripod, which is pretty cumbersome for how I usually hike, but was a pretty rewarding experience (though I still have a totally unreasonable number of pics to go through for a three night trip).
We took a BPLer’s advise and got a Vatanai woven wrap, which has been fantastic for warm hiking and works great under a pack when tied on the side.
We did get turned back on Sunday hiking to maybe the best swim hole on the whole plateau by a pesky modest chockstone that was just a bit higher than last year. There wasn’t a graceful way to get up with her strapped to me and a pass was too sketchy. Hard to complain, though…
We weren’t exactly want for highlights, but a pair of river otters were a treat to see.
This was the second of these guys on the trip; the first was a monster in the middle of hole-in-the-rock on the drive in.
We had planned on paddling down to Bishop but it wasn’t looking like we’d have time so stashed our boating gear and maintained our relaxed pace, complete with plenty of coffee, Tecate, and heavy, real food.
I would have a lot of poison ivy in my yard if it were a little kinder to be around…
I said last year that I’d like to spend a little slower time here, and this trip was that and more. A best place on earth, for sure.
I always get pretty excited to show visiting friends and family the desert wasteland we live on the edge of out here. It’s a perhaps silly pride of something that’s not at all mine but that is oh-so profoundly special. The sharing last weekend was the best ever.
Introducing Zazie, who’s been itching to get into the backcountry for two and a half weeks now.
Things started off in appropriate fashion at the visitor center. In the 20 minutes it took to pick up a backcountry permit and get things around for the afternoon, we observed multiple high-heels, two paramedic responses, lace gloves up to the shoulders, clown pants, a line of people taking photos of photos of arches in the visitor center, and learned of a woman stuck in quicksand for 14 hours several days earlier.
Walk a shockingly short distance from roads or trails, though, and it’s some of the most tranquil country around.
Only a little disturbed (and less so than her parents) by a lonely 30mph gust of sand…
People are generally a bit dramatic about how much different it is to backpack with a baby (or rather how they think it would be to backpack with a baby), but there were a few things that will require some future tweaks and different thinking. For example, site selection. I’ve basically backpacked shelterless for almost two years, but my own tolerance for potential misery and skills to avoid it don’t mean much to a baby being feasted on by mosquitos. We took a net inner of an old two man tent and it was a rude reminder how little air moves even in mesh when camped on a slickrock slab that’s been heated to 100+ all day. Luckily Zazie was willing to share her evaporative cooling system of wet muslin blankets.
Getting to camp early and having time to thoroughly get to know the surrounding area was an additional treat. Bighorn beds, hidden hanging gardens, and finally flushing a pair of Great-horned owls that had been roosted in the tree we were under for two hours were some highlights.
A little more nitty-gritty: Carrying was a little bit of a conundrum. We have three different carriers (Ergo, Maya wrap, and a ring sling) but none seemed to tick the right boxes of cool and secure and usable with a backpack. I made a mesh carrier that attaches to my pack but it was kinda a last minute project and wasn’t quite ready so we went with the sling. It’s the coolest of the options and worked great with the only knock being that it isn’t as secure as the other options. Easy walking and a short hike made this not much of an issue. Other than the need for a real shelter, out of the norm gear was pretty minimal. Diaper gear is really the only other thing we wouldn’t otherwise be taking.
I’ve always admired people who don’t concede to the “your life is over” view of new parenting. I’m not foolish enough to think it will always be as easy as this was, but practically speaking this was minimal fuss and words can’t describe the rewards. After a crazy spring of one thing leads to another house projects and busi-ness, being out there in the miserable July heat with Autumn and Zazie was pure joy (topped off with a dip in the river, of course).
Midget faded rattler. Always exciting to find these. The darkest, purdiest one I’ve ever seen.
We came across this longnose leopard camping out near Gateway a couple weeks ago. I knew these guys were quite the predators but sheesh…
A quite tame and curious smooth green…
I find bullsnakes frequently but finding one hanging out in a juniper was a bit strange…
…and last but not least, because one can never have too many collared lizard photos…
more to come…
Gotta jump at the chance for the waters that have such a tiny window, and aren’t even possible many years.
Two Scouts and a Pack Cat, which looked a bit unruly in some of the narrower spots but actually got hung up less than the Alpackas.
We hiked The Chute several years ago with my parents in September and it was impressive to see it in such a different state.
Loads of fun little drops the entire way.
We grabbed the last chance at camp before the longest stretch of narrows.
Hiking around in the evening and morning confirmed that I would have preferred hiking one way rather than a shuttle but it wasn’t really possible with our available time. Boating and walking compliment each other well; there were times I was itching to walk and when I’m walking with a boat I’m itching to get in the water. This is a both are awesome situation rather than a grass is always greener one.
Don’t leave your shades on top of your head through here. They will fall back into the water and be gone.
We had about 140 cfs and I don’t think I’d want any lower. Forrest says 80 is possible but that seems a bit hard to imagine, though I wouldn’t hesitate to try even if it might be a bit more tedious. Lines through the many small rapids had to be chosen perfectly to avoid getting hung up on boulders and there was a bit of dragging in the first and last couple miles.
It’s hard to imagine a more perfect marriage of such a fantastic canyon and such fun water. This is one to redo whenever possible.
My criteria here is pretty loose. I haven’t seen any of these in quite some time and none are fresh enough in my mind to say anything especially interesting, but these are all flicks that I love and have for some reason or another stuck with me and resonate with my love for wild places.
Walkabout. Nicolas Roeg, Australia, 1971.
Gorgeous desert photography and the best portrayal of human place in the world that I can think of.
Aguirre, the Wrath of God. Werner Herzog, Germany, 1972.
Herzog has probably directly addressed the idea of wilderness more than any other director on this list and he doesn’t think it’s a nice place . I’ve seen Aguirre more than any of these and it still makes me squirm. One of my favorite movies.
Badlands, Terrence Malick, USA, 1973.
While Herzog has taken on themes of wilderness more explicitly, I think Malick understands it better than anyone on this list. Badlands is my fav, so it makes the list.
Tropical Malady. Apichatpong Weerasethaku, Thailand, 2004.
Because I love restraint. Following someone around a landscape completely foreign to me is an awesome experience.
Lawrence of Arabia. David Lean, USA, 1962.
Not really about wilderness, but there aren’t many films that capture the feeling of a place like this one. Seeing it on the big screen a few years ago was one of my favorite movie experiences ever.
I know I’m neglecting lots. Feel free to recommend more.