Devil's Canyon

Devil's canyon is a geological feature caused by the Missoula Floods around 10,000 years ago.

To better understand these images, take a look at the satellite image below:

This is a snapshot of most of the Columbia Basin in Eastern Washington.  Most of the brown areas in the above image are where soil was scoured away in the floods.  You should really look up more details on the Missoula Floods because it really is an amazing story, but in a nutshell:

During the last ice age, an arm of the ice sheet blocked the outflow of the Clark Fork River into the eastern end of what is now Lake Pend Orielle.  This ice dam occurred about once ever 50 years, at least 42 times.  So for 50 years, water would back up behind this dam in what is now known as glacial lake Missoula (1000 ft deep where Missoula now is).  When the water got deep enough, it lifted the ice dame and rushed out in an estimated 4 to 10 days, scouring Eastern Washington, creating temporary lakes there, in Eastern Oregon, and the Willamette Valley for weeks afterward, and greatly altering the landscape of Eastern Washington.

The square in the above image is blown up to show more detail of the small detail I'm referring to.

Large swaths of the Palouse soil were swept away, and in some places many layers of basalt from much older lava flows were torn up in stretches.  These U- and V-shaped valleys are called "coulees" and are sometimes hundreds of feet deep.  They are quite impressive to stand in.  Some good examples are Banks Lake, Rock Lake, and the Grand Coulee, which is now a reservoir created by the Grand Coulee Dam.  Devil's Canyon is interesting because it begins at the Elbow of Washtucna Coulee.  I'm not an expert geologist, but the summary seems to be that water flowing down Washtucna Coulee to the SW from Washtucna met backwater created by the Walulla Gap flowing east from what is now Connell and overtopped the south edge of the coulee and begat Devil's Canyon, which is a relatively small feature in all of the Eastern Washington scablands.

It's interesting because it's a deep trench that starts near the top of a hill and has no creek flowing in it.  And standing in it is like standing in a sewer with no top and no flow.  You know a huge flow caused it, and the thought of a flow happening make standing there somewhat unnerving.  I supposed that's why it's called Devil's Canyon.  There is a railroad and a road in the canyon, the railroad long since abandoned, and now it's part of the Columbia Plateau Trail, which, when completed, will be a rails-to-trails bike trail all the way from Spokane to the Tri-Cities.  And the original RR tunneled through the basalt layers, about a half mile long, at the top.

Above is a picture of the particulars near the top.  The top arrow is the beginning of the train tunnel, and it's only about 200 yards from magnificent downtown Kahlotus.  The bottom arrow is the other end of the tunnel at the top of Devil's Canyon.  Some of the pictures I took looking up and down the canyon were taken from the edge of a basalt cliff marked by the X.

One of the reasons this place is unusual is the approach to the RR tunnel, which is a trench dug out at the beginning of it.  Very confining.

About 50 yards from the tunnel I was met by a blast of air conditioner-cold air from a cold wind blowing up the canyon on the other side of the tunnel.  Also a bit unnerving.

It's only a half mile.  What could happen?  It's like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun.

Ok, fine, enough of this.  Let's get to the other side.  Since the RR tunnel stays mostly level, and the road climbs to this point, the tunnel is well below the plateau on the canyon side, but since the floods created a sort-of pointed head to the canyon by what I can only assume would be an awesome waterfall, that's where the tunnel comes out -- at the base of that imagined waterfall.

The rail bed from above the tunnel opening on the canyon side. The road is on the bluff above to the left.

You can begin to see the crazy V-shaped trench this trail lies in.

To get a better look, I hiked on the side of the canyon, about 100 feet up.  It's not as treacherous as the trial in Hell's Canyon (in spots), but it is narrow and side-hill.

And there are cliffs. The above pic is looking up canyon from the X.

Here you can see all the way down the canyon, at the end of which is Lower Monumental Dam on the Snake River.  The road is on the left and you can see that it meets the level of the RR about halfway dow the canyon.  From there the road stays in the bottom and the RR climbs the wall on the right, until it is about 200 ft above the river when it meets the Snake River Canyon.  From there the trail gets really interesting.  The railroad stayed very high because there is only 45 deg bank into the river below.  So the RR alternates on trestles and tunnels through the Snake River Breaks most of the way down to the Tri-Cities.  Funding has not yet been forthcoming to complete this part of the trail, so the trestles are clearly fenced off, but the section from Washtucna to Windust Park (3 miles below the Lower Monumental Dam) would make for an excellent trail marathon.

Upcoming posts:
Staircase Rapids, NE of Washtucna.
The Great Dry Falls (3 times the size of Niagara, with no water falling)

Towell Falls

Tuesday, 23 Feb, 2016

The big falls at Towell Falls. 

One day last summer I was buzzing around the Channeled Scablands of Eastern Washington with my friend, Leah and we came across a waterfall I'd never seen before. 

This is Leah. 

I actually spend a lot of time in the air over the scablands and have seen most of them that are near the Palouse, but I hadn't really spent the time to understand what I was seeing. Well, those falls kinda got under my skin. Sorry I don't have a picture of them from the air, but seeing any waterfall in that part of the dessert at that time of year was unusual. 

I placed that thought on the back burner and in the meantime I'm wanting to take up hiking as a hobby. So I went down to Hyperspud sports and got a couple books on hiking Idaho. Unfortunately, most of the Idaho trails I want to do (Seven Devils, Selway River, etc) say May or June to November. Bummer. I've been building up my walking mileage around town, often getting 10 miles a day, and I don't want to wait til June. So then I found this book at Hyperspud:

With this book I found a treasure trove of trails that are near their best in February and March, and I also found Towell Falls on Rock Creek. For that was the waterfall I had seen from the air, and it turns out to be on BLM land as part of the Escure Ranch Recreation Area, Hike #8. 

Here's how to get there from Moscow. Just two hours and only the last half hour is on dirt roads. You will notice that the closest thing to this place is Benge, which is smack dab in the middle of nowhere. If you ever want to see the end of the world, go to Benge. 

This is (or was) the bank in Winona, a next to non-existent town right at the end of the Palouse and the beginning of the scablands. It is one of four defunct downtown buildings. 

You turn off pavement and onto this dirt road shortly after Winona, it's actually a beatiful drive and the road, though gravel, is actually quite good. It winds beautifully through basalt mesas, basically the only way the road could get through here. 

Then you turn onto the entry road for the Escure Ranch, and there is this, more suited to a 4wd that the Mazda 3 I was driving. Lots of water holes in the road, often all the way across. But I made it ok. 

Here's the old cattle/sheep ranch as viewed from the parking area. There are two published hiking trails here. One is the Towell Falls out-and-back that I walked this day, and the other is Turtle Lake Loop, which I will have to try on another day. I don't have my mileage up that far yet. 

Here's the trail. You can see that it follows Rock Creek where it can, but then goes up over the back of a large basalt outcrop because the creek runs right up against the basalt cliff, leaving no room for a trail. 

Here is the start of the trail looking south. It's very reminiscent of Monument Valley, but smaller in scale, and much closer. I've never been to Monument Valley, but I can't imagine it being better than this, having all this terrain right up close, towering over me. I loved it!

At that early morning and season, I couldn't really see the first cliff until I got close enough for the sun to go behind it. Kind of a sudden shock to see this 150 ft cliff right next to me all of a sudden. 

Same cliff less than a half mile beyond. The previous pic is under the shadow on the left side of the left one. My grin can be interpreted as "It's Tuesday morning and I'm not in a cubicle!" or "Can you believe this? I'm finally getting out and doing something besides house projects!"

It's an easy hike on a 4wd trail. Only 3 miles. 

The monuments across on the west side of the valley. 

Climbing over the back of the basalt cliff which the creek hugs too tightly on the right. There are trails over the top of this rock, but I stayed on the path, which goes through a bumpy little valley right under 60 ft cliffs on the right ahead. 

The big falls, from a half mile away. 

There are actually 3 falls at Towell Falls that surround a small island. I only saw the big falls from the air, but a google recon of the area made me think to bring some rubber boots. I can't ford the entirety of Rock Creek -- too deep and fast -- but I might could wade across the north channel to the island to get a close look at the big falls. 

Anyhow. There are two smaller, taller waterfalls into the U-shaped hole that is the creek in the upper half of the above picture. One is at the base of the U, and the other is on the lower side of the U. The big fall is clearly seen in the Google satalite image on the south side of the island. 

Here is the upper falls on the small channel on the north side of the island. The falls are about 12 ft high and this seems like an excellent swimming hole, except it might be hard to climb out of. And here is a video:  http://youtu.be/wDieJvsZUsA

I sat here, above the upper falls, eating my lunch of a slab of ham sandwich and Oreos and contemplating the universe (note to self: remember the box of wine next time). 

Even on the small channel, it took a bit of courage and searching to find a place to ford the stream that would not overtop my rubber boots. 

I finally got across without dunking my phone/camera. Here is the smaller falls on the side of the upper channel. 

An easy wade of that stream gets you to the other side of the island and the big falls: http://youtu.be/ZhOMn2fvwk0

Just happy to be here. 

An elk/deer hang out on the island near the big falls. Evidently, this tree is tasty. 

After about an hour hanging around the falls I headed back. The views are better with the sun now behind me. 

Rock Creek. Which flows out of Rock Lake. I'll tell you a story about that another time. 

Massive basalt cliffs carved out by the ice age Missoula floods. Look 'em up. That's how all these scablands got here. 

The ranch house, with windows and doors now protected by metal screens. 

The pre-history of the place. Can you read that?

Escure Ranch history, part II. 

Canoeing the Palouse River

Bryan (nicknamed "lame") texted me at 5 am on a Saturday morning to see if I wanted to canoe the Palouse River with him. He normally gets up at 4, so this is late for him. I, on the other hand, am recently retired and I responded to his text when I rolled out of bed at 9. 

We jawed back and forth about the suitability of flat water kayaks versus a canoe and eventually decided on the canoe due to my wimpy card board kayaks maybe not being tough enough to pound continuously on the rocks we were expecting to encounter. But before that I grilled him on his knowledge of the Palouse River and whether he'd actually floated this section before. He assured me he had but I couldn't shake the images of Bryan's past St Maries River debacles (yes, that's plural). I leave it to you to ask him about it. They're great stories and surely worth the price of a beer. Bryan, you should publish those.  

We scheduled a meetup at noon which somehow got later to the point where we arrived at the Palouse public park - the launch point - at about 1:30. I couldn't refrain from saying "We are gonna die." So often that I started to make Brian nervous about going at all. You see, the Palouse River was about 3 ft below flood stage due to heavy rain and melting snow, and the fact that it's January and 39 degrees, and a slight dunking in this water will leave us hypothermic, with miles of roadless land to traverse for help was causing me pause.

So we spent a half hour reconnoitering the first half mile of the river to allay my fears. It turns out that the biggest waves are right at the end of the park where the river narrows to go under a bridge. Once I saw how flat and wide the next mile was we decided to go. But all this delay meant we would be wise to shorten our trip from the original 8 miles to Elberton planned, to a measly 4 to the Altergott road takeout. It gets dark in 2 hours. Let's not make this any stupider than necessary. 

We each had brought a shorty wet suit, and since the bathrooms are locked at this time of year, we got to suit up in the empty parking lot. More clothes on top of the wet suit. If I'm going to be doing more dumb stuff like this, I better invest in a dry suit that fits me better. That shorty nearly cut off the circulation to my arms. 

The first waves were the worst and I got a bit wet in the front of the boat. The waves splashed straight vertically up the sides and straight down on my ankles. Not too bad. 

Here we are in the first calm stretch. We may survive this ordeal after all. Bryan didn't want me to post this photo on Facebook because he though he looked dorky. Of the two of us, I think I look far dorkier. Small consolation for him. 

The river is quite high and brown with the extra flow. In fact, we hit no rocks the entire trip. 

One of the reasons to float this river is the exceptional scenery. The vertical basalt walls in many locations on this stretch of the river make roads down in here impossible, so there is a 6-mile stretch between Palouse and Elberton that is completely solitary. The terrain down in here is incredible, but things were a bit brown and dark due to the early season. This would be better done in March or April, but the flows would be lower and at some point it becomes impassable. We went so early this year because Bryan didn't want to miss it like last year. 

The river coasts head on into numerous rock walls like this one. Often it is serene before the corner and just the other side you can hear water churning. You will not see any pictures of the corners of the river because I was always paddling there. 

Three inch thick ice shards litter the bank in places, remnants of the deep freeze this area suffered just last month. 

Interesting rock. I thought it looked a bit like Sid from the movie "Ice Age". 

Here is the longest straight, flat stretch on this whole section.

Plenty of time for photos. 

My job was to call out the river and where we should be on it. It went something like this:

"Big rock river right with the fast water line going right to left. We should point left and stay left of the fast line."

Bryan's job was to steer. I couldn't point the boat much but I would add power when necessary. 

Getting more comfortable with taking photos during a riffle. 

Low bank near the takeout. Good timing because it's starting to get dark. 

The river gets fast at the bridges because they narrow it to build the abutments to minimize the span for cost. At the takeout there is a small patch of backwater right next to very swift current. The hard turn to get into the backwater out of the fast current is tough. We timed the turn perfectly but the result is the front of the boat in still water with the back in the high current. Whiplash!  We were a bit off balance but we didn't dump. 

What do you know. We survived. 

Here is the mid point take out. It took us about an hour and a half and we're guessing 4 miles. But we measured neither. 

Here's Bryan tying the boat back on the truck. I failed to capture his confused look of a moment ago. 

Great fun, Bryan. Let's do it again. St Joe river next time?  

Who else wants to go?