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I flipped the switch and introduced the canyon to 600 watts
of Warn sunshine.
“Hey, Outlaw! Where
are we going,” Kentuckian quizzed over channel 13.
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“I’m going to bed,” I answered.
“Well don’t turn off the lights yet.”
We ambled along through the canyon for nearly an hour. “Home sweet home,” I announced. The campsite I was lighting up was
perfect. Someone had even left firewood
for us. “You guys can make the beds,” I
said. “I’m gonna do a little more
moonlighting to see if I can find the Dirty Devil River.”
We had been told the raging water in the river would sink a
Rocky in a heartbeat, so I was anxious to get a look at it. What I found was a gentle bubbling stream
about two feet deep. “It’s a bath tub,”
I chuckled while skipping a rock across its surface. I went on back to camp and set my tent up
between two others.
When morning came, I was still asleep. I was still in my kick-back mood. In fact, it was a little past the crack of
nine before I rolled out of my warm sleeping bag. We headed back for Hanksville to get the fuel
we would need for the long journey over Sunset Pass.On the way back to the Dirty Devil River, we stopped several
times to inspect the ancient writings on the canyon wall. Many of them were unique and we were
surprised their existence was not designated on our USGS maps.
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