Day 7

2 Jun

Hoodoos, goblins, sandstone spires, grottoes, big rocks, little rocks. If it’s a rock and if it’s in Southern Utah, I’ve seen it. We started in Green River, Utah, drove Highway 24 to Goblin State Park and walked among the goblins. To those of you in the know, goblins are really just short hoodoos. Goblin State Park is the best place to see goblins. Pictures follow.

A Goblin

A Grund of Goblins

These goblins appear on Goblin Valley’s advertising.

We drove on down 24 to Hanksville, named for Hank, where we saw dinosaurs and other fossils made from rebar and scrap metal, painted white and labeled with rebar signs. We thought we had made a discovery , but the “museum” in front of the Desert Inn Motel is listed in Roadside America. There is a sign that says visitors should pay on an honor system. We did, though we felt that nobody else had paid in a long time, a thought confirmed by Mike in the service station next door. We also though of buying a small sculpture that was lying on what seemed to be a scrap heap. Eventually we went to the aforementioned service station, where Mike said that the owner wasn’t there and as far as he knew, no sculptures had ever been sold. We should have bought it anyway. The artist would have made some money, and Lee and I would have had a Spenophalus made of rebar. I’ve been thinking about that for two days.

Hanksville led us to Capital Reef National Park. Highway 24 goes through one small part of the park. Pictures of rocks follow.

Boulder Mountain

At Torrey, we hit Highway 12, on of the USA”s designated Scenic Byways. It was 112 miles to Bryce Canyon National Part, our goal. We figured three hours; it took us five, and we hurried. As we crossed 9600’ Boulder Mountain, it occurred to me that I had never been at any higher altitude on earth. Oddly, Boulder Mountain was closer to the Appalachians that any place since the Boston Mountain in Arkansas. Boulder was green, there were aspens mixed with the evergreens, there were streams, there were very few red rocks, except for the vistas, the mountain was not above the tree line. It reminded us of home.

We passed through the tiny town of Boulder, Utah, and stopped at the Anasazi State Park Museum, which includes the Coombs Archaeological Site. The Anasazi lived in dwellings that had exits in the top to remind them that they had come from the earth. They thought they were The Real People, charged with protecting the earth; doesn‘t everybody?

Along Highway 12
The Hogback

From Boulder we traveled over, under, around and through more rocks of more colors than I have ever imagined. Here are the places: Grand Staircase-Escalante, Powell’s Peak, The Hogback, Escalante Petrified Forest, Kodachrome Basin State Park and finally Bryce Canyon National Park. We had to bypass some of these places so that we could spend the evening hours at Bryce. Pictures follow. Tomorrow we are called to Zion.

How are the poeple going to get out?

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