My mind today kept returning to the message written on my mirror: “Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.” I twisted the phrase in my mind: “Drive times are longer than they appear on maps.” I had estimated about 3 hours of driving today and I was so very wrong. The day began with my assumption that the east section of the Green River Cutoff Road by The Wedge would be similar to the west section. What a bad assumption. The road got narrow and windy, not like the west section gravel freeway. It was so unlike what I expected that I pulled out my GPS to make sure we were on the correct road and hadn’t made a wrong turn. Onward, we slowly went. Up and down and twisting through canyons on a single lane road at times, not encountering another sole. I was so focused on driving, that below is the only photo I took along the way.
The trip to the Wedge had involved many miles of driving for me, an air flight for my friend that joined me in Salt Lake City, and then more miles driving. Then there was the chores of grocery shopping, buying items forgotten, and filling the trailer water tank in Huntington. When we reached the Wedge the land cried out for us to slow down. It held on to us. We found our campsite and settled in for two nights.
After picking up my friend at the Salt Lake City airport we headed south. The Scofield Campground was a functional stop for the night. We ate dinner, slept, drank coffee and left.
- The Scofield campground is located north of Price, Utah and west of Highway 6 about 15 miles.
- The campground wasn’t appealing to me, but it was functional.
- I didn’t see any showers.
- We were the only ones at the campground.
Loving my trip to Utah in 2014, I decided to head back to see more of the incredible sights. In plotting my path to Utah I identified a campground at the Curlew National Grasslands by Snowville, Utah that seemed like a good location to spend a night. It turned out the stop was better than good, it was wonderful. The summer’s campground host and I (plus three dogs) were the only ones there that night enjoying the open view and wildlife. Big open sky in a quite area. The simple campground is a green oasis on Stone Reservoir surrounded by 360 degrees of long views which put a smile on the face of this western Washington city girl.
Heading home I thought I might need a place to spend a night northward of St George, Utah. Reading blogs I found someone had spent a night at the Parowan Gap petroglyphs. I tucked away that fact for possible use later. It was now later and Jan and I were heading to The Gap. We arrived at an interesting site to visit but one of marginal camping appeal. We did our best to be away from the county road and away from a dirt road hoping that neither would have much traffic that night. We sat enjoying some wine, alternating looking at the interesting mountain of rock and looking the other way at green grass meadows outlined by trees. The area begged to be explored, it had a charming sweet feel. But exploring would have to be done by others. We were on a mission to get home and back to work. Continue reading
Traveling west of Page, Arizona on Hwy 89 we was looking for a place to call home for a few nights. We stopped at the BLM Paria Contact Station to ask about places to camp. The friendly lady gave us two recommendations: The gravel pit up behind the Contact Station and a place a bit west. The gravel pit looked OK but we decided to check out the other location. We were glad we did; we scored, having a really nice spot to spend a few days.
I needed to drive into St. George to pick up a friend that was joining me. To simplify the logistics, I reserved a camp site at the Coral Pink Sand Dunes State Park campground. The campground was as one expects, paved loop roads and camping neighbors. After too many days with sponge baths the highlight for me was a hot shower.
I stopped at the BLM office in Canyonville, Utah to get my free camping permit and to enquire about boondocking sites. The woman at the office was efficient, helpful and dutifully gave me a location to boondock. I think they give everyone the same location when asked. The highlight of the information center was finding a road guide geology book written for the Cottonwood Canyon Road. Anyone that has any interest in geology should stop at the center and buy the book.
My next adventures were near the Hole in the Rock Road east of Escalante, Utah. Driving to that location from the east was a bonus, somehow in my hours of trip planning I didn’t learn how incredibly scenic Highway 12 is east of the Hole in the Rock Road. Driving along I found myself on a hogback with sandstone canyons on both side. “Oh my, oh my,” escaped from my mouth as I drove. I slowed down trying to keep my eyes on the twisting road but I also wanting to see every inch of the scenery and miss nothing. It was a challenge.
Ah, a perfect example of nowhere in Utah. Camping on the edge of a canyon showing the ribbons of stone and no one within miles of me. I was driving the Burr Trail and had heard that there were boondocking sites west of Long Canyon. I found the best site in the world on the north side of the road just before the road heads down into Long Canyon.
After a day of exploring I loved sitting in my comfy camp chair, drinking a cool beer and absorbing life.