The Narrows of Marble Canyon

3rd Narrows of Marble Canyon

Date: November 25, 2016
Place: Marble Canyon, Death Valley National Park, California
Coordinates: 36.619184, -117.330605
Length: 4.8 miles
Level: moderate
A 4x4 vehicle is required to get to the trailhead.

The morning of Thanksgiving Day 2016 in Death Valley NP was clear and very, very cold. Pappa Quail was the first to stick his nose outside of the tent, and by the time I got out he had the campfire going and the water fro the morning tea boiling. Such a treat!
He had also found the dutch oven under the table where I had left it the night before and had sampled its contents - my pitiful first attempt at a campfire peach cobbler. He managed to scrap some unburnt bits and actually liked it! (Or perhaps told me he did to make me feel better.)

By the time the chikas were out and we all finished breakfast the sun popped from behind the mountains and the morning chill had subsided. We got ready for the day's planned hike.
Our original plan was to meet with friends there, but their plans have changed, and so we were in Death Valley by ourselves, having already seen all the 'must see' park sites, and with a 4X4 vehicle on hand.

We knew this a couple of days before arriving at Death Valley, so when Pappa Quail asked me where are we going to hike I had the trail already selected and ready.
"It'll take us 2 hours to get there," he observed after one glance at the map.

The way to Marble Canyon, a look back toward Amaragosa Range. 

And he was right. The road, if it can be called that way, was a dirt road that begun in deep sand area behind Stovepipe Wells air strip, and continued as a very bumpy gravel road. It goes through a narrow canyon area and then splits - left to Cottonwood Canyon Rd and right to Marble Canyon Road. We continued left and there we really had to make good use of that 4X4 because the 'road' condition turned from bad to worse. Occasionally we had to stop, and one would go outside and direct the driver around rocky obstacles or gullies too deep.

W found a reasonable flat patch by the side of the 'road', parked the car and started to the mouth of Marble Canyon. Right away I realized that my assumption that in fall time there won't be any bloom there was wrong. It wasn't a spread by any means, certainly not like in spring earlier that year, but we did encounter some blooming plants along that trail. The first of which I almost stepped on. I probably would have if not for its flowers- the foliage blends in so well with the gravel.

Velvet Turtleback, Psathyrotes ramosissima 

Whenever there are flowers one might expect butterflies. I guess that applies to the deep desert as well. We did see only that single butterfly on the hike, and even that one was sluggish. 

Painted Lady

Even before arriving the canyon mouth I could tell why it was called Marble Canyon. The gravel of the creek bed was dotted with marble bits. I'd say pebbles if they'd been more rounded. My elder chika got really fascinated with the marble and soon her pockets were full of little shiny white pebbles. Ofter some gentle prodding from my she turned her pockets out and let her little treasure drop back where it belonged.

Marble Pebble

The complete hike is a twenty-some miles loop encompassing both Marble Canyon and Cottonwood Canyon, and is usually done in a two days backpacking hike. We had no plans to backpack that trail (although we might in some future time). All we did was to walk up the canyon as far as time would allow, then turn around and walk back the same way.

Our hike up and down Marble Canyon as captured by Pappa Quail's GPS

When we arrived at the first narrows of the canyon we saw a small parking area with a few parked cars. Apparently we could have continued with our car a bit further. In addition, some of these cars were regular 2WD family cars, which have traveled the access road without any breakdown. Moreover, and what I couldn't understand - a couple of these cars looked shiny and spotless without a speck of dust on them. I had to conclude that these cars had levitated all the way to the trailhead...
Either way, I expected that we would not be alone on the trail.

A few steps past the trailhead

The canyon walls closed in on us even before we reached the parked cars. We passed them quickly enough, nodding briefly to a woman who was hanging near her open car, tending her dogs. I stopped the chikas from approaching the dogs and their owner as they looked dusty and fatigued like they had just finished their hike.
I diverted the girls' attention to the beautiful geological display of the canyon walls.

Layered sedimentary rock cliff near the trailhead. 

One of the things I like in the desert is the visible geology in all of its awe-striking beauty. But the rocks were not completely naked - there were plants growing in the cracks and in corners where enough soil had settled. 

Pygmycedar, Peucephyllum schottii

The plants growing on the rock walls are quite hardy - they don't get as much water as those growing on or close to the wash bed. Many of the plants we saw were dry. Some of them of course, were annuals that had completed their life cycle and set their seeds.

Fairly close still to the trailhead we found a burrow in the rock. I wonder wether it was the remains of a futile mining effort or a primitive residence of some desert hermit.

The trail description I had listed four 'narrows' - sections of the wash where the canyon walls are tall and sheer and very close to each other. The higher the canyon walls and the narrower the passage between them - the more exciting the hike is. The type of rock combined with the space and violent nature of precipitation and collection leads to more of these 'narrows' or slot canyons seen in the desert.

Marble Canyon

The sun shines between the narrow canyon walls only a part of the day. A small part, late in November.

The variety and beauty of the rock formations blew my mind. I kept seeing shapes and little fantasy omens in the cracklines and color patterns. Little messages from the universe emulated in the rocky images.

Angel

Turtle

Here are some of the interesting formations shapes I saw embedded in the marble walls of the canyon.

Flying Saucer

Bullseye

It is in these places that I feel most regretful for not taking the geology program in college. Its one of the first education gaps I intend to fill as soon as I find the time for it.

I tired to get the chikas' interest in these shapes but it took only a few seconds before they started naming imagery of offensive nature, so I shooed them off and sent them to follow their father up the canyon.

The narrows sections were spaced by more open areas of the canyon. In these places we stopped for short snack breaks and to enjoy the warm sunshine.

Marble Canyon

After the second narrows we arrived at what appeared to be a dead end: a huge boulder was blocking the canyon with now easy climbing over it.

We backtracked a few yards and saw that there was a line of rocks laid across the creek bed and a narrow foot path leading up the side slope to the right.
We sat there to rest a but, and as we were discussing what's next, a person came down that path. He was a sole backpacker who was coming down from Upper Marble Canyon, completing the Cottonwood-Marble Canyons Loop. He confirmed to us that the little foot path was indeed a bypass of the boulder block and that the Marble Canyon Trail continued further on past it.

Bypassing the boulder block

We thanked the lonely backpacker (how lucky is was that we crossed paths just at that moment!) and went on up the slope. After passing the boulder the trail descended back into the canyon. Shortly after we reached the third, and the narrows yer, narrows.

It is important to check the weather before entering a canyon narrows, for if a flash flood is a possibility it could be a dangerous trap. There was no such threat during our visit and we could enjoy the fun of Nature's rock trenches in all their glory.

Marble Canyon third narrows

I never fail to be amazed by plants who establish themselves on sheer walls. They are a weathering power to be reckoned with!
And they're beautiful.

Rock Nettle, Eucnide urens

We didn't get to the forth narrows of Marble Canyon. At the end of the third Pappa Quail announced that it was time to turn and head back, "if we're to drive out while there's still daylight." Considering the road's condition I reserved my usual protest and agreed.
On the way back through the third narrows I paid closer attention to the wall paintings. All natural, of course.

I cannot imagine the kinds of geological forces that produce patters like the one below. It looks more exquisite than any human-made art displayed in museums.

I also looked more carefully at the local flora. Some of the shrubs that at first glance appeared to be devoid of bloom actually did bear some flowers. Tiny flowers. And very few.

Brownplume, Stephanomeria pauciflora

In some cases the entire shrub was tiny. I almost stepped on this one that blended so well with the gravel of the creek bed.

Buckwheat, Eriogonum sp. 

As we walked down the canyon we could appreciate again how narrow the narrows really were. I wouldn't want to be between these walls when it rained on those mountains.

Now we were chasing the sunshine. We were less than four weeks before the winter solstice, deep in a canyon on the mountain range's eastern slopes, and daylight was waning fast. The higher regions of the canyon wall were still nicely illuminated though, and the reddish barrel cacti glistened in the light.

Cottontop Cactus, Echinocactus polycephalus

In the open sections between the narrows the sun reined still and we enjoyed the sweet afternoon warmth.

But as we progressed towards the canyon mouth these sunny areas were harder to catch. The sunny spots were receding faster than we walked.

Creek Bed Sediments 

The last walk through the first narrows was in complete shade. It was also getting colder.

Pappa Quail and the chikas walked quickly ahead of me. The chikas forgot their marble search but I kept looking for interesting rock patterns. This one below looks just like a liquid that solidified in mid-flow. It is, however, not an igneous rock but sedimentary, so I can't even guess how this pattern came to be.

Rock pattern

We saw a bit more bloom on our way and for once I was thankful for the shade because my photos of this plant from our way up the canyon while it was still in the sun came out too bright. The images look way better taken in the pre- twilight hour.

Fremont's Chaffbush, Amphipappus fremontii

The chikas called me. They had found a dead tarantula. Or at least one playing dead, because when I tried to move the 'corpse' with a stick to get it in a more photogenic position it started waving its hairy legs at me. Maybe it was just too cold. I snapped a few shots and we moved on, as we were getting cold too.

Tarantula

No doubt the best water in the area is found under the gravel of the creek bed. Enough for the desert holly, that seems to blend perfectly in the gravelly background.

Desert Holly, Atriplex hymenelytra

Probably the most dominant plant in Death Valley NP is the Creosote. It wasn't all that common up the canyon, but there were a few here and there. As I often see them, they bore the large brown galls like oddly-positioned fruit (they aren't fruit but insect-caused growths where the insect' larvae grow).

Creosote Gall

As we were nearing the trailhead I caught a glimpse of Dry Peak glowing in the sunlight high above the canyon. I looked at my phone - it was barely past 3 pm. Sunset was to be around 5 but on Marble Canyon it had already set.

There was no more color in any of my photos near the end of the hike. The sky above was bright blue still, but down below it was twilight. Has we been backpacking our day would have been called then and there.

As it was, we still had a couple of hours drive to get to Mesquite Springs Campground. We arrived at the car and were on our way out without delay.

It was only after we cleared the Panamint Range that I stopped the car and stepped outside to take one last shot of the range to the east as it glowed in the light of the broader world's sunset.

That night was even colder than the night before, and much windier. Well practiced, we got dinner down and chikas in the tent before 8. Once again I remained outside to clean up and enjoy the peace. There were no stars to see that night for the clouds had rolled in.
I didn't stay out very long. The wind had intensified and I drowned the campfire in fear of flying  embers. Once the fire was quenched it was bitterly cold out so I joined my family in the tent for our last night in Death Valley.

Many thanks to members of the California Native Plants Society for their help in identifying plants!