Author: Bob Palin

Elk Horn, Thousand Lake Mountain

I decided to see what the road from UT72 over the Hogans to Cathedral Valley was like, many years it would still be impassable in the trees due to snow drifts, but not this year. The road up to Riley Springs and on to the junction for Cathedral Valley was dry so rather than heading down the hill I took the road up towards Elk Horn campground, not really expecting to get that far. The road was muddy in places and a few shaded spots had snow but nothing the Silverado couldn’t handle in 4WD. 

The dogs and I wandered around the campground then back to the truck where I noticed a small lake just beyond our parking spot.
Frikka really likes lakes and went to explore the shoreline, she dipped one foot in but decided against immersion, the air temperature was 39F and there was a small raft of ice floating near the snowy shore.
Biff contented himself with squirming around in the snow, he loves to do that, I didn’t catch him with the camera today but you can see the marks in front of him.
Frikka likes to lay on her belly and scootch along letting out little howls of pleasure, at least it gets the dirt off her!
Lovely little lake, we will go back later in the year so that the dogs can swim.
Zoomed out satellite view of the area, I haven’t been able to find any map that shows the lake or its name so I have named it Lago Sin Nombre after one of my favourite Death Valley stories.
It looks like the lake dries out in the summer. Heart Lake is a few miles north of here so perhaps this one should be called Kidney Lake.

Two Days at Three Peaks

President’s Day Weekend, 2018

Sunday was a cool but sunny and dry day for a walk at Three Peaks recreation area near Cedar City Utah.

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Monday however presented a different face

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Biff and Frikka had a great time in the snow, not so sure about Janet.

A Very Wet September 11th, 2013

A Very Wet September Day

The whole summer of 2013 has been very wet but the last few days have been exceptional, people have measured as much as 6.5″ of rain in that time, the average annual rainfall is 7″.

Water ran down the road and into my drive early in the morning.

A Visiting River

I went to the park to get some waterfall pictures but discovered that the road was closed, however I was able to walk down to the place where the Fremont River had jumped its banks and flooded the road. The water was about 8″ deep when I was there but the UDOT driver said it had been over 3 feet during the night.

Looking back towards Fruita

Utah 24 Waterfall

The Maze, Canyonlands

After my late start the other morning to this area I got on the road a bit earlier today, especially as the clocks had changed so it would be dark an hour earlier. Rather than unloading outside the park this time I drove in and found a parking place at Frenchman’s cabin, that eliminated some of the less interesting sand road but it did mean driving the truck over some rough rocky road with the CRF in the back. In case you are wondering the CRF is street legal so is allowed to be ridden in the park. It was still 11:30 before I mounted the bike, it is about 130 miles from my house to Frenchman’s Cabin. No messing about with viewpoints today, straight off to find the Flint Trail.

The Flint Trail, this is the view from the overlook, the steep part of the trail is on the right side in the shadows and continues out into the valley.

Brimhall Point – in order to bring you the best views possible I jumped across the gap between these two tops, it’s only 640 feet to the canyon bottom…

The next jump seemed a little too challenging, maybe if I hadn’t hurt my knee earlier in the day!

The bottom is actually quite inviting, there was a park ranger out here, he told me that the trail involves some ‘hand over hand’ climbing, maybe next time.
He also told me that it wouldn’t be a problem to drive the Tundra out here, he was in a Chevy Silverado, on the other hand I had found his spare wheel in the middle of the trail a few miles back, he didn’t even know he had lost it.

Here’s a satellite view of Brimhall Point, you can actually see the rocks I jumped between and the lonely rock.

My entire route for the day, Brimhall Point is at the end of the bottom fork on the red line.

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