Off I drove to Utah with my goal of camping at The Wedge that night. To get there I traveled south through the Salt Lake valley on Highway 15. It took me a couple of hours driving to get through the urban setting of a many-lane freeway, lots of traffic, and general unpleasantness. But I knew the results would be worth it and it was. I had read a lot about The Wedge. What I had read was that the canyon located anywhere other than Utah would probably be a national park, but in Utah with so many incredible sights it was just simply BLM land. I turned east off Highway 10 onto the Green River Cutoff at Castle Dale.
I’d planned and researched about everything one can find on the internet regarding visiting Utah and now I’m off starting on my trip. I left work early to get the final loading of the trailer done with the goal of leaving by 7:00. If I left by 7:00 I could make it to a state park in Yakima and not arrive too late in the evening. However, 7:00 came and I wasn’t ready to leave. Although I was still at home, I opened a beer to toast the beginning of my too-cool-to-be-defined vacation. I was going to see some of the coolest geology. Continue reading