The quiet Yost Cemetery sign beckoned to me to turn in and visit. Perhaps I would hear old stories whispering in the wind. I did not anticipate the real stories I would soon hear.
Yost
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inThe quiet Yost Cemetery sign beckoned to me to turn in and visit. Perhaps I would hear old stories whispering in the wind. I did not anticipate the real stories I would soon hear.
27 Thursday Oct 2016
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Driving towards home I reached Tooele, Utah at 2:00 in the afternoon – too early to stop for the day. It was a pleasant warm 75 degree. When talking to my mother earlier that day, she advised me to stay as long as I could in Utah. Stay, she strongly advised. Seattle had been having terrible weather that would result in a rainfall record for October. I stopped driving home and found a county campground at Tooele that I turned into following my mother’s advice. This would be my last day of the fall season for me, after that it would be winter when I get home.
And it was warm. At 9:00 pm I still had the trailer door open. At 8:00 am when I left the next morning it was 69 degrees.
26 Wednesday Oct 2016
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inThis is my second trip to Utah and on my way home I drove a portion of I-70 that I hadn’t driven before. To my surprise, views of Utah still amazed me. I think of it like being at Disneyland, around every turn there is something new to surprised and amaze.
I-70 slicing the San Rafael Reef
25 Tuesday Oct 2016
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I moved my home to an area north of I-70 at the Temple Mt. Road exit. This is a large boondock camping area about a mile north of the exit.
The camp site
24 Monday Oct 2016
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Moab is a bit touristy, but it has the right to be with so much to see in the area. I saw only a few of the local sights, leaving most to see on a return trip. The two sights I saw were the Mill Canyon Dino Tracks and Arches National Park.
North of Moab about 15 miles is the Mill Canyon Dino Track site. There have been lots of tracks uncovered. It amazes me that foot prints made long ago has survived as stone.
Mill Canyon dino tracks
23 Sunday Oct 2016
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After a three nights stay at the Valley of the Gods I had the itch to move on. With the potential of rain in the forecast I moved to the Wind Whistle BLM campground instead of boondocking on dirt roads that could turn into a gumbo mess.
View from my Wind Whistle camp site
21 Friday Oct 2016
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“What was the favorite part of your trip?” This was the common question I was asked when I returned to work. I didn’t have an obvious answer which pushed me to ponder. The scenery was gorgeous. The ability to walk in the footsteps of the ancient people was humbling. The geology was mind blowing. But these items were all wisps in the memories dancing in my head. I realized the memories with density, were of the people I met.
Meeting the Wander The West people in the Valley of Gods was wonderful. I’m still thinking about my chat about a 1,700-foot, 36-inch diameter horizontal directional drill run. And meeting Hoyden who later wrote about her trip : “Perhaps that’s what I learned on this trip: to take one step at a time, not to give credence to the future unknowns, and watch for cairns – the markers of where others have gone and suggested a reasonable path.”
Some of the Wander The West group
20 Thursday Oct 2016
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I had dropped my friend off at the Moab airport and was now traveling with just my two dogs.
Sadie and Rocket ready to travel in the back seat of the truck.
17 Monday Oct 2016
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The time we spent at Muley Point was spent exploring. My hat off to the volunteers at the Kane Gulch Ranger Station that dispense good quality friendly information.
Following are some photos taken while exploring. Enjoy.
House of Fire, South Mule Canyon
15 Saturday Oct 2016
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We slowly continued south on the washboard Burr Trail. I call it Zen driving when life forces restrict my speed. Fighting the forces is useless, so I tell myself to appreciate the details one can see and experience at a slow speed. It was a slow jarring drive.
Washboard road. Photo credit: Jan