This post is a transfer from my Flickr account which will be downgraded from Pro in May meaning I can only keep 1000 pictures there. I will be doing a series of these as I reduce the pictures to that number, unfortunately WordPress doesn’t give me a way of preventing the email notification followers get for these posts.
SUU took on the women’s pro team from Salt Lake as part of the spring season. The Thunderbirds outplayed SLC in most areas but this was the pro’s first practice game of the season.
Sabrina Hernandez makes it a 2-0 lead over Salt Lake United following up a well saved shot
The Thunderbird’s keeper had a good game
Nancy Brich – focused on the ball
Andy Albrecht gets past her defender
The nice weather brought out a few regular fans who made themselves comfortable
The Thunderbird’s keeper is good with her feet too
3-0 to the T-Birds. In case you’re wondering about the rather relaxed player on the far post, she’s doing exactly what she is supposed to – don’t move until the keeper tells you to!
Having beaten up my knee I decided that I still needed to get out into the country while the weather was good so it was time for a truck trip. When I first started coming to Utah in the early 90’s I used to go to the San Rafael Swell but I hadn’t been back there since I moved here so it was time to put that right. This particular area of the swell is known as Sinbad Country because the rock formations look like those described in the Arabian stories
On the western side of Temple Wash is the ghost town of Temple Mountain with its temple rock behind it. The town was founded in the late 1890s when uranium, radium and vanadium were discovered there, they were mostly exported to France and it is believed that Madame Curie actually used some of the radium in her lab. The town grew until 1918 but then cheaper sources of ore were found and it folded. In the 50s and 60s another small camp grew with the uranium boom but again folded as the boom ended. Over 2 million tons of ore were excavated!
The San Rafael Swell is a giant uplift from the Waterpocket Fold out to the San Rafael Desert. The eastern edge is defined by a range of cliffs parallel to UT24 between Hanksville and I70 and beyond, the western side is open country with many canyons and castles.
I headed out on the start of Red Canyon Trail but it is a 37 mile loop and it was too late in the day to do that so I cut north through Rod’s Valley.
Past the Swasey cabin the trail becomes narrower, steeper and rougher as it descends into Eagle Canyon. I only made it about a quarter mile before turning round and even in that stretch I scraped a wheel on a rock with a wheel hanging off the other side of the road and bottomed out. I will return to Eagle Canyon on the CRF, it’s an ancient (pre-swell), deep, dry canyon that goes under a very high bridge on I70.
The Swasey cabin is less than a mile south of I70 though it is 10 miles to the nearest exit. I followed a sandy road through a single lane tunnel under the freeway to the Head of Sinbad area. About a half mile north of I70 is a line of ancient river cliffs complete with arches, this one is signposted as Dutchmens Arch but it looks like sleeping dog to me.
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.