MonikaC
Well-Known Member
This is the 2nd part of the story that began with Poison Spring and Black Jump roads.
After a handful of miles winding along the bottom of Wingate cliffs, the area became littered with petrified wood: everything from matchstick size to 15' logs. It was the densest at the next curve beyond where I headed down to the Dirty Devil River. A single mountain bike track wound along the foot trail. That rider must have had a few challenging spots in the arroyo cuts that were easy on foot. There was 1 person 10-15 minutes ahead of me. He had camped at the great viewpoint and, when I talked to him, was nonplussed at the thunder & lightning (one time they were 3 seconds apart) that raged around us the previous evening, saying that it was far off in the distance. I'm sure that at least 1 person at Focal World would have been out photographing the lightning strikes, but that wasn't me!
After crossing the Dirty Devil, I was at the mouth of Happy Canyon. And it was my happy place! The narrows began after just 5-10 minutes and lasted maybe a mile, then it got wider and shallower. I met the fellow ahead of me as he was coming out. He told me that there was a pack rafter way up there (I didn't see him) and other than that, I had the place to myself.
After a handful of miles winding along the bottom of Wingate cliffs, the area became littered with petrified wood: everything from matchstick size to 15' logs. It was the densest at the next curve beyond where I headed down to the Dirty Devil River. A single mountain bike track wound along the foot trail. That rider must have had a few challenging spots in the arroyo cuts that were easy on foot. There was 1 person 10-15 minutes ahead of me. He had camped at the great viewpoint and, when I talked to him, was nonplussed at the thunder & lightning (one time they were 3 seconds apart) that raged around us the previous evening, saying that it was far off in the distance. I'm sure that at least 1 person at Focal World would have been out photographing the lightning strikes, but that wasn't me!
After crossing the Dirty Devil, I was at the mouth of Happy Canyon. And it was my happy place! The narrows began after just 5-10 minutes and lasted maybe a mile, then it got wider and shallower. I met the fellow ahead of me as he was coming out. He told me that there was a pack rafter way up there (I didn't see him) and other than that, I had the place to myself.
