In order to experience rare solitude, dazzling colors and soul-quenching freedom around Zion, you need only to walk, ride, run or paddle quietly in any direction. It's "out there," if you are willing to work for it.
I never tire of Chinle. The trail begins between Rockville and Springdale, then winds it's way through a collection of glass and stucco mega-homes geared and priced for the mega-rich. After a mile or so, though, you break into wilderness...free from wishing you'd bought a plot of land back when it was one third the price of now. That's ok. We get the same views for free from our Rv BLM boondock.
We took a side trip, trying to find a way down into Huber Wash....but were "cliffed out" by "pour-offs" each time.
It was forecasted to start raining around 1 pm, so had our rain jackets and a few layers, just in case the "liars" were right this time. I mean, it's been 162 days since it last rained here.
There are some fine petrified wood specimens here and there along the way. Hard to believe a substantial forest with large trees grew here in what is now considered desert.
|One of the larger trees in the petrified forest|
We could smell the rain coming long before it caught up with us. Such a delicious aroma, desert rain. Eventually we felt a smattering of cold droplets smacking our bare dry skin. Lovely.
|Our turn-around point|
Let it rain...
mark and bobbie