Ever since I planned my first road trip to Utah, I’ve wanted to hike to The Wave, situated not too far away from the border between Utah and Arizona. It is frequently photographed and to some degree, its additional claim to fame is scarcity — the fact that only 20 permits are provided each day. True, it isn’t accessible to everyone but the positive aspect is that this policy not only preserves the area from being overrun with foot traffic — it also really allows you to feel and take in the environment and the feeling of isolation.
Back in November, just as I was gearing up for my hike up Kilimanjaro — I suddenly receive a notice from the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) that I had was selected from the lottery system for a permit to hike into the Coyote Buttes North area, which is where the Wave is located within. Since my permit was for a specific day over the Easter long weekend and allowed for two people to hike in, I thought I’d offer it up to my friends first. My last resort was to walk up to anyone at the ranger’s station and invite them along. Fortunately, my friend and food blogger Lisa Sit, decided that she’d tag along and see why hiking was such a big deal. Lisa’s experience with hiking was limited but I assured her that it wouldn’t be crazy.
That morning was a very early start for us. I think we woke up at 5am and drove from Kanab, Utah to the Wire Pass parking lot. Just to get to the parking lot was a fairly long drive because of the road conditions. Although I noticed later in the day that quite a few people drove their sedans and sports cars to the Wire Pass parking lot — I highly recommend using an SUV or some sort of vehicle with higher clearance because the road is pretty rugged. I was hoping to arrive soon after sunrise but the drive between the highway to the parking lot took longer than expected — we made it sometime between 7am to 8am which was good enough for me.
We had our gear ready to go and I decided for some reason at the last minute to forego my trekking poles. It was definitely a brisk morning in late-March and the wind made it feel colder. Once we started hiking and got some exposure to the sun however, it felt a lot warmer.
Even the initial landscape is amazing to me. I was totally thrilled to be stepping into this more remote area but what was completely exhilarating for me was the fact that there was no map to follow. We had a few visual cues that the BLM provided us with but other than that, I had a compass and a GPS. We simply had to find our own way to the Wave which is the first time I have simply hiked into an area with no established trail.
The initial part of our journey was relatively straightforward. We followed a route that seemed pretty apparent. It wasn’t until we had to climb over a rocky section that we continually stopped to survey our surroundings and make sure that we were heading in the right direction.
Being aware of and taking into consideration Lisa’s hiking experience, I would try to find less strenuous (and safer) ways to get to certain waypoints on the map. This is one of the things that constantly remind me of the way we live, how we set goals, how we plan strategically at work in the office, etc. We know we need to get somewhere so we know the direction we need to move towards — but how we do that is rarely ever that straightforward. Often in these situations, just as in hiking in the wilderness — we need to navigate away from the target in order to make progress towards the goal. In simpler terms, the path is not linear.
Every so often along the way, I’d turn around and it’d be like looking at a completely different world. The tricky thing about hiking through this remote and vast wilderness is that it is easy to lose track of where you are and where you came from. Everything appears different when you move about and will look different as the sun changes position in the sky.
It is nonetheless as if we are on a mini expedition. Always something new to see and a new way to look at the world around us. As we make our way closer to the where we think the Wave is located, we find ourselves thinking about the dinosaurs and how they may have lived in this part of the world. It also reminded me of the Olduvai Gorge in Tanzania and how a land once fertile and filled with wildlife — in addition to being the home to some of the early ancestors of the modern human — became dry and arid with a significantly more hostile climate. I may only imagine a glimpse of what may have been history taking place on this land.
Wherever we looked, there was always something to be inspired by or to simply be in awe of. The colours, the rock formations, the flowers, the vastness of the region we were standing in — everything for me just felt so much larger than me. You can really begin to visualize it when standing close up with a variety of rock formations.
The hike itself was not really tough up to this point — it was primarily about footwork more than expending energy. In addition, the morning was quite cool and windy so I can’t even say we broke a sweat. That is, until we hit the sand dunes. I didn’t expect such steep and large sand dunes but it was a struggle to hike these. There were moments where for whatever reason, sand just started sinking and pouring inwards through some hole — which sort of freaked me out a little but we just stepped around that. Don’t really want my leg falling through one of those!
Once we made it past the sand dunes, it was back to footwork. We encountered some a few hikers who had arrived earlier and were just making their way out. I was thankful that they pointed us to the entrance of the Wave because we had taken a longer route around.
Our arriving into the Wave was a pretty momentous occasion. I’ve tried to obtain permits for quite sometime and it was beautiful to have this rare opportunity to stand amidst such a peculiar rock formation. We just walked around quietly taking it in and obviously, taking photos. It was really really windy too — the Wave was practically like a funnel for the wind.
Funny enough, as I walked through and around the Wave — I finally had the opportunity to see what the colours were really like. With the Internet and all the photographs showing up of the Wave, I’ve found that many photographers over saturate the colours in photographs which tends to exaggerate the intensity of the colours. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with artistic impressions and such, and I also acknowledge differences in lighting too — but I know the degree to which lighting can influence colours so it is simply interesting to compare what it really looks like for me in person.
Oddly enough, the most fascinating aspect of the Wave for me was what the formation resembled itself rather than the contrast and colours. I loved the fact that I could “walk on the Wave” by walking on the ridge of each layer of the formation. For me, it was a perfect place to clamor and jump around to see what sort of interesting vantage points I could take in while I was spending time in this special place.
Lisa, however, decided to take a nap. Not what I expected but I think that is an achievement in itself too! If only they gave our achievement badges for experiencing wilderness and hiking, like they do in video games.
We probably spent about 45 minutes to an hour in the Wave until an older couple arrived at the entrance. It was good timing because there was still the hike back and I didn’t really want to hang around to share the Wave with more people. I’ve gotnothing against them but the Wave isn’t really that large to begin with and I think beyond 3 or 4 people, it begins to feel crowded.
With that, we set off from the Wave — hoping to follow the path we had used to head back.
The way back felt completely different than our experience earlier in the morning. It was hotter with the sun blazing down on us, but with the wind — it was still relatively cool. That said, I can’t imagine hiking this in the middle of late spring or any time during the summer. It’d be ridiculously hot. Not my style.
In addition, with the exception of some notable visual cues or landmarks — everything looked different to us. I think we took some detours on the way back but I continued to be blown away by what we saw.
I also didn’t realize in the morning how much sand there was to hike through. I wish there were enough sand to sandboard down but the sand dunes here tend to be have some ruggedness and rocks to them. On the way back, we noticed quite a few groups heading in so I was happy that we were out there earlier than most folks. We knew who were actually heading to the Wave because they would have permits latched on to their backpack and a map provided by BLM in their hands. Regardless, it just wouldn’t have been as pleasant and thrilling of a hike if we simply followed other people or had others following us to the Wave.
When we finally made it back to the parking lot — it was busy and full. Very surprising but apparently this may also be due to the fact that it was a long weekend and spring break with many families either taking time off to visit or travel together.
So looking back, would I do this trek again? Definitely, but I would try a different route and explore more of what was out there. I’d also start even earlier in the day to really take advantage of the time given to us with the permit. It’s not everyday we get to hike into this area so we might as well make the most of it!
As much as I thought the Wave was amazing, I think the journey and the experience along the way made the most impact on me — even more so than stepping into the Wave.