Into Ichabod, across the Escalante, up the Bobway.
In the morning we can see across the Escalante to where we'll camp this evening. The challenge
is getting to there. First thing is to find a route into Ichabod. We pack camp and start looking.
The guide book says that there is a 5.8 route out which we can rappel down. We drop first
into a small side canyon. From the mouth of that we follow a ledge up canyon for a hundred feet or so. From here
we can walk down 4th class slabs into the canyon bottom.

Looking across to our next camp.
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Gina starts down the slabs.
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Me finishing the slabs.
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From there we walk the canyon
bottom out to the Escalante. As we approach the mouth the canyon bottom
becomes choked with large boulders. We contour up the left side to the
base of some cliffs, round the corner to the Escalante proper, and descend
directly to it. The river is an easy wade. It is hot down in the canyon
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Talus slopes to Escalante.
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Crossing the Escalante.
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From there we follow a rough trail along the right bank of the Escalante until we reach
the Bobway. This is a short canyon used by a rancher named Bob to run cattle in and out of the Escalante, thus
the name "Bobway".
We know that there will be no water at our camp tonight. We would rather not take water
from the Escalante itself but are unsure about finding water in the Bobway. Steve goes up to look while I go down
to the Escalante to fill our water sacks. By the time I'm done Steve is back and reports a large pool not too far
up. I dump out the water.

Slopes up to the Bobway.
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Bobway entrance.
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Water hole just inside the entrance.
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I friction around the pool. Marie and Gina walk through and report that it is amazingly cold. We fill all our water
bags from this clear water.

Constructed steps in the Bobway.
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Clear flowing water half way up the Bobway.
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The Bobway is quite beautiful. The lower part is cut through the Wingate and is lined with
exposed sandstone. There is a clear flowing stream here, which makes the fact that we are carrying several gallons
of water each ironic. You just never know. The middle opens up and offers several branches. We take the second
left and follow a vegetated stream bed a ways then turn and head up a sandy slope. The sand makes for slow going.
Eventually we reach the rim.

Gina toping out of the Bobway
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The route into the Bobway
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Looking back across to Ichabod canyon.
Our camp was near the center of the photo.
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We camp on some nice slick rock.
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We cook on the top of a small hump from which we have vast views in all directions.
That night Marie goes out too pee then comes back and wakes me to say that the northern
lights are out. I am warm and comfortable and think "this better be good." It's spectacular. The lights
are filling the northern sky and showing colors of red to green. We wake Steve and Gina. Back in town the next
day we see an article in the paper calling this the best display for 10 years.
Down Jacob-Hamblin Arch and back up the slabs.

Packing on the last morning.
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Hiking across the sandstone toward Coyote Gulch.
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We pack and head toward Coyote Gulch and Jacob-Hamblin Arch. This part of the terrain is
the top of Navajo domes. At first going is easy. As we approach Coyote gulch the gullies are cut deeper around
the domes making route finding more difficult. We arrive down canyon from the arch and pick our way over steep
domes to the spine of the arch.
There are two pitches to get down. We use the same technique as last time. The last person
down must do the pitch belayed. To practice and so they don't have to wear their pack while unbelayed they first
take there pack down on belay then climb back up. When every one else has been belayed down they toss the rope
down and climb down. Since I've done all these pitches before I am to climb down last on both.

Marie descending the upper pitch.
It is not as steep as it looks.
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Belay for the lower pitch. Marie provides backup.
It is less secure than it may look.
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Gina on the bottom of the lower pitch.
This is the tricky part.
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An end view of the spine. The upper pitch is the crack near the middle and the ledge is below that.
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From there we walk around the corner to the slabs. Steve leads this pitch up then belays
the rest of us. We hike back to the car, passing the small mesa to the west this time.

Steve leading the slabs.
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Marie
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Tom (me)
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