Day Six
I had slept out under the stars again while Adam was getting good at his arrangements in the JK and Jan was always pretty much ready to go waiting
on us to re-pack again. We made easy work of the road over Gunsight Pass, taking the right turn for NPS 633 taking us to Hite in very good time. Knowing
now how my good friend Alex must feel driving the lead vehicle all the time it was nice to take a break and have Adam out in front for a while, less dusty
for him too.
A stop for fuel and water in Hite then we were heading up the Woodenshoe Road, having crossed the mighty Colorado River with only the smallest
amount of pavement. Our next stop was a bit of a mystery, a spot on the map called the Hideout.
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Views of the Dark Canyon Wilderness area from the Woodenshoe Road.
The road at the Hideout seemed to end on private property complete with some locals about. Adam and I are pretty shy at happening upon strangers
land but Jan doesn't suffer from that problem and further explained from his experiences that a rancher would prefer to find out what your about rather
than have you lurking around suspiciously. So upon inquiring he received a warm invitation to us to come in and check out this thing called The Hideout.
Turns out it is just that, a small ranch house near a spring tucked under the rim and trees around the Woodenshoe Buttes at the head of Hideout Canyon,
formerly perfect for use by those on the dodge from the law. The friendly couple who live there in a small house through the summer and ranch there
with a son showed us the fixed up old bunk house next to their place and pointed out what direction the old ranch house used to stand. Remains
of a chimney are all that exist from it now days according to the man. The Hay shed was pretty much unchanged. They rattled off famous outlaws including
Posey and the Wild Bunch who used the place. They encouraged us to enjoy the view to the south toward Monument Valley out from the bunkhouse porch.
Would have loved to have had a recorder and pick their brains but we still felt like we were imposing a bit and moseyed off after a short visit, stopping for
lunch at a nearby meadow.
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The Hideout hay barn, if it could tell tales?
Our next stop was the Bears Ears followed by an overlook of Arch Canyon as lightning and heavy rain started to fall.
Adam's Jeep still wasn't running at optimum, so our proximity to the Colorado border, the rain storm developing overhead, and other worries [and comforts] at
home all perhaps helped him decide to make an early bid for the border. We parted ways at the Junction of the North Cottonwood Road which he took
after saying goodbye.
We had already reached the area I intended to camp, but with plenty of time left in the day and now not being sure what to do I settled on checking out
Peavine Canyon rather than hang out in the high country during the storm. In the pouring rain we drove to the trail head then carefully down the shelf
road in to Peavine Canyon and it's narrow corridor through the Dark Canyon Wilderness Area. The rain went away and at a suitable campsite, pretty sure
the same one we used during the Loose Screws Tour a few years previously, Jan stopped to set up camp while I continued to Dark Canyon not much further
to see Peavine Arch. Jan got a great fire going when I re-joined him and while sharing the canyon with a few loud youth wilderness rehab participants
and many loud cows, we had a long chat trading adventure stories (Jan has some great ones anyway) and talking about movies as the temperature
dropped and day slowly turned to night. Regrettably didn't get any photos of camp that night.
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