Jumping ahead to current time: Sun-up, sitting in the car outside a Wi Fi bakery in Torrey, Utah—the most depraved, anorexic bandwidth capital of the world—trying to squeeze out a Postcard Post before moving on to yet another internet/cell phone vacuum known as Kodachrome (as in, "Momma please don't take it away"). Yes, today is moving day (sniff). Exhausted, sore footed, red dirt stains between toes, shoes still wet and muddy from wading the Fremont, the RV Gang is finally parting ways with Capitol Reef, and we do it under a cloud of sweet, sweet, sorrow. I will catch the BCB up eventually, as soon as we catch up with twenty-first century technology again. These Dial-up bandwidths are going to be the death of me, And if you think that's bad, poor Jim is in a comatose state of withdrawal.
Bobbie and I had been trying to temp the gang into making the three hour roundtrip drive to Little Wild Horse and Bell canyons... probably our all time favorite slot canyon hike to date. Take To The Highway Suzanne shows up in camp and she's game, so Jim and Gayle finally cave to the early start, long drive, and even longer day.
It was a friday, and it just so happened to be a holiday friday. School was out state wide for a long weekend, and little did we know how many rug rats would descend upon one of the most remote slot canyons in the world. Now I am determined and committed to write this post without using a single profanity, just so you know. It will be the ultimate test of self control.
I see that this post will need to be broke into two parts. Photos are loading with the recalcitrance of a schoolyard bully, and the story too long and too good to rush. My apologies, but here some photos for part I to hold you over.
Mark and Bobbie...heading for Kodachrome, a little orange nook that glows amongst the foothills of almighty Bryce Canyon.