After wandering for four days in Utah's wireless wilderness... a veritable internet vacuum... subjected to buffeting winds of Old Man Winter, as he tarred, feathered and run Ms Autumn clean out of "town," suffering through a 50% off sale on comfortable temps that slashed mercury down to the low 20's and drained my four el-cheapo Walmart Marine-turned-Security Guard batteries to 11.89 volts... we are now safe and warm in Hanksville, Utah, a graveyard of automobile and mobile home wreckage, and Hick-town poster child straight out of the 1950's. That Verizon saw fit to cover this salvage yard is a mystery.
Mind you, I am not complaining. No, that would be like biting the Almighty Hand that feeds cherry centered cordials to your eyes, heart, mind and soul. Man, have we ever made some warm memories to keep us warm in our old age... below, on top of, in and around, the San Rafael Swell. The really cool part is, we haven't even scratched the surface. A return here is priority, so we can complete our mission... which is to explore, while providing the curious with an internet storybook filled with photos and offbeat descriptions of cool places to go and things to do and see while there. Now, for the first time in a treadmill life, I can finally say I have a job I love! Too bad it doesn't come with a paycheck.
About ten minutes west of Green River, Utah, home of an worthy museum that features wild and wooly river exploits by John Wesley Powell, the San Rafael Swell juts skyward from the earths crust like some fossilized spiney-backed sea serpent. Highway 24 conveniently intersects Interstate 70 at the base of the swell. Your adventure starts now.
All I can tell you is to get a good guidebook back at the Green River Museum and have at it. This is BLM land so boondocking is abundant all along the serpent's back, from the Interstate to Hanksville, and it's cut with a summer's worth of slot canyons to explore. If you have a fear of closed in places, then enjoy sun and big sky by slick rock hiking above canyon's rim. The slick rock is mountain bike friendly and fun to play on, but I suggest elbow and knee pads, and a good helmet.
We turned off on Goblin Valley Road, headed west toward the Swell. A BLM campground snuggles right up against the Serpent where pavement turns into a dirt road. The road continues, entering the mouth of a canyon and winding through some great biking country before spitting you back out on the Interstate some 20 miles distant. We could have boon docked Goldie any number of places on that road, but choose the BLM camp for its one iffy bar of signal.
Horseshoe Canyon Hike To Rock Art
Now go grab a beer while I turn the presentation over to iPhoto, each worth a thousand of my grubby words...
|A poor light day...|
|Looks like Native Americans aren't the only ones that left their mark... Dinosaurs were here too.|
|Now that's an Amphitheater...|
|Try to spot Bobbie... it gives you an idea how big this cave is|
|Panels in the Amphitheater... top and below.|
|This is a sand-slog hike... it gets to you after a few miles|
Catch the main panel rock art in the next post... I'm tired of Hangin' in Hanksville...
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mark and bobbie... in the middle of nowhere.
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