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Our journey began at Hall’s Crossing, Utah. We fueled the vehicles and backtracked
eastward for nine miles. At that point,
a dirt trail took us south alongside the fence that defines the boundary of the
new airport being constructed for vacationers planning to spend some time on
Lake Powell. We followed that fence
until it turned due east and headed away from the trail. From there, we continued southward, always
taking the right fork until we arrived at the old “Fort” just seven miles after
leaving the pavement. The Fort sits on
top a hill overlooking a really super campsite positioned on the banks of a
small creek. There are lots of trees for
shade and the sandy surface below them makes a very soft bed for tent
campers. It was there, the fun began! It was there, the base-camp Buick had to be
left behind.
When morning came, we were ready to go. Everyone was pumped up and eager to boldly go
where we had never gone before. We talked in short sentences and answered with
single words.
“Want some bacon?”
“Naw.” Pause. “Where’s the eggs?”
“Cooler.”
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We were ready. Most of us even got up before eight o’clock
and some of us even climbed the hill to check out the old fort. “Those of you
who have traveled with us before, may not believe it, but we even left camp
before nine.”
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