We were looking forward to a nice breeze overnight to dissipate the heat a bit. What we weren't expecting were high winds and sand being blown into the tent everywhere. It was a very long, sleepless night, and we were all somewhat miserable by daybreak.
At this point, Colin has pretty much sworn-off camping forever. He does however expect us to spend a hundred bucks on a motel so we can run more 4x4 roads.
Tracy forces a smile for the camera..
Tracy and I decide to head North. Colin isn't happy about this. Neither of them wanted to move into the nearby mountains, so instead we jump on I-70 and head West for reasons I can't recall..
After lunch in Green River, we stop at a scenic pullout and enjoy the 108-degree dry heat..
It was breezy like a blow dryer..
We decide to head toward the Little Grand Canyon..
There are so many tracks heading off into the unknown. I'd love to explore them all, but today is not the day for that.
There is weather ahead. We've got food and water, and really could wait a couple of days if we became stranded somewhere. The road is exceptional though, so we'll go until it seems like a bad idea to continue. We've got plenty of fuel.
And it rains..
No worries though, and it's beautiful..
One day I'll understand how to take rain pictures that show the rain..
We stop along the San Rafael River and walk around a bit, but don't take any pictures apparently..
The river is high and flowing fast. There is a campground where Buckhorn Draw Road crosses the river, and it's about 1/3 flooded..
John