Goosenecks State Park -
A few miles away from VOG, lies the remote Goosenecks State Park. The park offers unique views of the San Juan River by looking down into a 1,000 ft chasm and series of gooseneck turns. This amazing and rare geologic formation is known as an entrenched meander. The river meanders back and forth, flowing for more than five miles while progressing only one linear mile toward the Colorado River and Lake Powell.
Almost 2 years ago, I had the good fortune of staying in this park.
I was on a three day weekend adventure with good friend Mark D. Stephens and his super cool wife Brooke. We home-based in the park while we visited many of the unique nearby areas in SE Utah. One of the funnier/not so funny stories of that weekend was the Stephens' losing their shower tent due to high winds and the high altitude. It flew the coop in a windstorm one afternoon while we were out shooting pics and we never could find it. And we looked and looked and looked...
It wouldn't have been hard to spot but it was nowhere to be found. I thought Mark was an incredibly good sport about it. Maybe he pouted on the way home, but he made the best of the situation while we were all there. It always makes for a good campfire tale if nothing else.
I want to show Mia the park and where my buddy Mark bid adieu to his Paha Que tepee tent. So we travel out onto the mesa where we all camped years before. Nothing had changed. We brought out our cameras and peered into the giant chasm for a bit. A few minutes later Mia asks,
"What's that white thing down there? It looks like a tent or a tarp?" Knowing the story, she jokes,
"Maybe that's Marks' tent."
That white thing down there -
My camera doesn't have enough lens to give me a decent view or photo so I grab my binoculars from the truck. And straight down below the campsite we shared before is a white tepee tent with a green roof, purple sleeve for grabbing the towel and a pale green bottom. I don't have a Paha Que shower tent but I know one when I see one. The binoculars don't lie.
I am dumbfounded. We walked up and down this area looking everywhere for it and never saw it. Has it been there the whole time? Did it blow away and come back? Did some other rube set up his top of the line shower tent on a cliff in a windstorm? I haven't a clue. And I have no way to retrieve it because I would have, if possible.
Long way down -
With a minimal amount of cell service and even less thought on my part, I called Mark from that very spot. I'm eager to tell him about our find and to get his reaction. Unfortunately I only get his voice mail as he is out in the Chiricahua Mtns of Arizona, relieving his cabin fever as well. It's probably not the kind of thing a guy wants to be reminded of anyway. Those tents aren't cheap and I know he's struggled to come up with a suitable replacement since.
So maybe I'll take the high road and not rub his face in it this time. Aww... who am I kidding? I can't do that and neither would Mark. But I'll save that jaw-jacking for our private conversations. The point is of this story is, yet another bit of Utah magic had shown itself on this morning. That and don't pitch your shower tent on a cliff overlooking the San Juan River.
