In 1992, Campfire Tales was called Trail Scout Report. In this issue, photos were on the cover only. I included other photos for this on-line recovery to add color to it.
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SUNSET PASS
We were told this one would eat our lunch and leave us dying
in the desert. That didn’t happen.
In fact, the trail was so easy, Kentuckian kept taking all
the alternate routes trying to find something of a challenge. He found one in the wash that claimed a
little of his Jeep’s metal and reshaped a shock, but nothing serious.
As for Blue Moon and me, we just took the easy routes. When we came to an intersection, we looked
both ways, then announced, “Wimps follow me.”
Kentuckian thought we were crazy, but I guess we’ve just had enough
rough stuff for one year. We were really
glad Sunset Pass turned out to be a kick-back trail, cause we were in a
kick-back mood.
It all started when we pulled out of Denver about 4pm on a
cold November Friday night. By 11pm, we
were in Hanksville, Utah. The only
problem was that no one else was there.
Not the store owners, not the gas station clerks, not even the local
lawman with the radar gun. Everyone had
gone … somewhere.
We zipped on through town and headed south. At the “17 mile post”, we turned left into
Poison Spring Canyon.
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