I took a long weekend and went to Capitol Reef NP for some RnR. Unfortunately I came down sick and came home a day early. It was a tough drive home, but I'd rather be sick in my own bed than sick in the field. A few pictures are here.
I left on Wed at 1pm and drove with no destination in mind. I ended up pulling off on a dirt road at a place called Fry Canyon. I had no idea where I was going, but ended up at a mine in Red Canyon. Very, very nice. Odometer said about 24 miles in. PDF of the route is here. Lucky for me 1) I had no idea where I was going, 2) it was getting dark, 3) the road blew out due to heavy flooding, 4) I was running little street tires instead of the larger mud terrains, and last 5) I didn't pack recovery gear or spare parts. Otherwise, I would have kept going just to see where it went, which was apparently Lake Powell.
The next day, Thursday, I drove to Fruita by way of Hanksville. I stopped by the visitor center to inquire about road condition (a waste of time) and buy something to read. The peaches and pears were in season at the old Mormon settlement of Fruita, so I stopped and picked some peaches. The pears were not ripe enough for me so I left them. The rest of the day was spent kicking back in camp reading, and listening to Germans in CruiseAmerica.com RVs.
Friday I was up early and went for a bike ride. This was part of the scenic drive that heads south from the campground. The first part is paved, then it rolls on dirt. Not too long after the pavement gives way to soil there is a creek crossing and the road became "primitive" by Park Service standards. I went 5 miles past the creek crossing to a point where the road started up a very steep, rock climb. My lungs, legs, and gears gave out to reality and I turned around. Total ride was 28 miles. That afternoon I went for a drive into the northern part of the Park. I should have gone to Cathedral Valley, but I let the guy at the visitor center convince me the road was washed out. Right, as I pass a Jeep Liberty coming the other way. I had a chance to finish the loop around Cathedral Valley, but decided to drive into Fishlake Natl Forest to cool off instead. From there I stopped in Loa at a real store for some "wants" then stopped in Torrey for a chocolate shake. Buy then I was feeling pretty crummy and the shake only made me feel good mentally. The rest of the day was spent solo in the campground reading. By dinner time it was once again loaded with CruiseAmerica.com RVs.
By bedtime Friday I was full blown sick and didn't sleep. Saturday morning I decided to drive out to the Henry Mountains to cool off and stay in one of the BLM campgrounds. But by the time I hit the Burr Trail my vacation was over and I decided to head home.
I left on Wed at 1pm and drove with no destination in mind. I ended up pulling off on a dirt road at a place called Fry Canyon. I had no idea where I was going, but ended up at a mine in Red Canyon. Very, very nice. Odometer said about 24 miles in. PDF of the route is here. Lucky for me 1) I had no idea where I was going, 2) it was getting dark, 3) the road blew out due to heavy flooding, 4) I was running little street tires instead of the larger mud terrains, and last 5) I didn't pack recovery gear or spare parts. Otherwise, I would have kept going just to see where it went, which was apparently Lake Powell.
The next day, Thursday, I drove to Fruita by way of Hanksville. I stopped by the visitor center to inquire about road condition (a waste of time) and buy something to read. The peaches and pears were in season at the old Mormon settlement of Fruita, so I stopped and picked some peaches. The pears were not ripe enough for me so I left them. The rest of the day was spent kicking back in camp reading, and listening to Germans in CruiseAmerica.com RVs.
Friday I was up early and went for a bike ride. This was part of the scenic drive that heads south from the campground. The first part is paved, then it rolls on dirt. Not too long after the pavement gives way to soil there is a creek crossing and the road became "primitive" by Park Service standards. I went 5 miles past the creek crossing to a point where the road started up a very steep, rock climb. My lungs, legs, and gears gave out to reality and I turned around. Total ride was 28 miles. That afternoon I went for a drive into the northern part of the Park. I should have gone to Cathedral Valley, but I let the guy at the visitor center convince me the road was washed out. Right, as I pass a Jeep Liberty coming the other way. I had a chance to finish the loop around Cathedral Valley, but decided to drive into Fishlake Natl Forest to cool off instead. From there I stopped in Loa at a real store for some "wants" then stopped in Torrey for a chocolate shake. Buy then I was feeling pretty crummy and the shake only made me feel good mentally. The rest of the day was spent solo in the campground reading. By dinner time it was once again loaded with CruiseAmerica.com RVs.
By bedtime Friday I was full blown sick and didn't sleep. Saturday morning I decided to drive out to the Henry Mountains to cool off and stay in one of the BLM campgrounds. But by the time I hit the Burr Trail my vacation was over and I decided to head home.
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