The Best Road Sign in Utah

“Louise, look for it.” Her eyes scanned the desert landscape of central Utah. The canyons of the San Rafael Swell glistened in the distance as we approached the best road sign in Utah. It lies just off of Highway 24 and marks a dirt road that traverses 100 miles of grandeur through the deserts of central Utah.

It’s not much…the sign measures two feet by three feet but directs the traveler to the “goods of canyon country.” The remoteness of The Maze District of Canyonlands National Park, the stunning rock art panels of Horseshoe Canyon, and the many twists and turns in canyons of Robber’s Roost remain accessible for the adventurous willing to explore via vehicle and foot. Outlaws such as Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid hid in these canyons! Yep, the desert wanderer can find adventure, by whatever personal definition, in this high desert playground.

Robber’s Roost

After reading “The Best Road Sign in Utah,” Louise and I aired down our tires as we turned off of Highway 24 and headed east. On this day, our destination was Blue John Canyon. This canyon was named after a blue-eyed outlaw cowboy who hid in the canyon to escape the law. Recently, it became infamous after Aaron Ralston amputated his arm to escape the canyon’s depths in 2003.

Over thousands of years, flash floods have carved the twists and turns of this canyon, and we simply reveled in the sculptured sandstone. We rapped 80 feet and untied our harnesses. We truly witnessed Mother Nature at work. The flood debris high over our heads signified this was not a place for recreation when the forecast included rain. We exited the canyon system via the Main Fork of Blue John and headed for the Land Cruiser. As our feet sank in the desert sands and sagebrush, Louise spotted an Attala point. Yep, the Native Americans called this place home thousands of years ago. Louise dropped the point in the sand, where she found it. We savored the setting rays of the sun.

“Are you sure this is the right spot?” Louise questioned me.

“Trust me, all good things need a little time to come to fruition.”

But, as we trudged our way along a desert two-track in the middle of Robber’s Roost, I had my doubts. Without warning, a canyon popped into view to our south. We eased our way into the head of the canyon; and soon enough, we were at our next rappel. The webbing looked good and signified we were the only ones enjoying the goods of canyon country on this day. We dropped into the slot and admired the sculpted walls. After four casual-straightforward rappels, we were deposited into a canyon oasis. Water flowed, trees grew, and fish swam. The outlaws that hid from the law in these canyons weren’t idiots.

Louise and I gazed at the 400-foot walls coated with desert varnish (iron oxidizes within the sandstone). As we climbed our way out, we both agreed that the canyons of Robber’s Roost are the most attractive in southern Utah.

Horseshoe Canyon

Rock art… Pictures on the wall… What do they mean? Why were they made? Rock art appears all over the Maze District of Canyonlands. Horseshoe Canyon has some of the finest in North America. Rock art is broken up into two categories: pictographs and petroglyphs. Pictographs are painted figures and shapes, while petroglyphs are carved into the rock. Horseshoe Canyon is known for its pictographs. Some of these paintings date back 4,000 years! Like the desert wanderers before us, we guessed what their meanings were as we stared at these masterpieces. It appeared that they were painted just yesterday, not thousands of years ago. Edward Abbey (a southwestern writer) said “that the desert would not give up its goods easily but when you find them, you will appreciate them even more.” Louise and I stared with amazement and savored every minute we remained in the canyon.

Under the Ledge Country—The Maze

In today’s world of environmental conflict—drilling, fracking, gas permits—I was grateful that 60 years ago uranium miners decided to explore into the Maze and blazed the road known as the Flint Trail down into one of the most remote spots in the lower 48. The Maze is broken into two sections: the high country with namesakes such as Cleopatra’s Chair, Panorama Point, and High Spur; and the low country known by local cowboys as Under the Ledge Country.

The Flint Trail descended steeply along a sandstone cliff, and we agreed 4-Low was a must to control our speed on the descent. Louise and I marveled at the views and the immense land of canyons, arches, and towers. We acknowledged that we must respect this land and hoped that all would relish in it when taking the plunge into its depths. The appreciative adventurer must experience each of these places with names such as the Chocolate Drops, Maze Overlook, the Dollhouse, and the Land of Standing Rocks. But, on this day, we set off on a hike from Waterhole Flat to the southeast seeking the view of Cataract Canyon. The Colorado River flows through this land and the miles of rapids make Cataract a rafter’s bucket list. However, Louise and I simply delighted in the solitude and beauty of the high desert. As we approached the 1,500 foot drop off to Cataract, we smiled at one another—thankful that we had followed “The Best Road Sign in Utah.”

Adventure

Adventure is a state of mind. A construct of our dreams, enthralled with passion, adventurists have found their place in life by chasing windmills of their own grand design. To find adventure with quickened breath and excitement struggling to be controlled, we must find our own personal definition of adventure. Once there was a time that mine were found only on the razor’s edge of calculated risk vs. lunacy. The whisper of death lingering in the air was ridiculed and the living danced on.

I was wrong

Shortly after the arrival of Scout, my only daughter and second child, and in the following span of a couple of short years, my understanding of what it meant to be an adventurist shifted. By 2014 the quest for more family time lead to career changes for both my wife and I. Gone were the higher paying jobs, salaries traded away for a rare commodity that cannot be bought in a store: time. My previous career paid out for accrued vacation and sick time up to a certain limit, which was still considerable, and for some reason my wife Morgan agreed that the family needed outdoors time, allowing me to use that parting check to purchase quality camp gear.

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The New Adventure

The shift to new outdoor family adventures brought new challenges, surprising challenges that as an avid and experience outdoorsman I could not have fathomed would be such a big deal: children. A certain pink cot sat outside the family camping palace, a large canvas wall tent, with a little pink camo-printed sleeping bag draped over a chair in the sun. Retired couples smiled knowingly at our traveling circus of a campsite, sometimes giving a wink and a nod as they walked past. They understood something I didn’t: with small children accidents happen and in a campground sometimes you have to publicly air out your dirty laundry, literally; but that wasn’t why they smiled at us. No, they smiled because they understood the real meaning of our adventure.

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My adventurist state of mind now relishes in the wide grandeur of breath taking vistas, longs for sharing those experiences with friends and family, and attempts to forge outdoor memories for my children’s future. An adventurist finds the adventure that they were supposed to have. My family discovered that ours are found in dew covered mornings, camp meals, and friends and fellowship amongst nature; even if those mornings are found in a less than magazine worthy epic camping spot. Just getting away and trading concrete for dirt trails is enough to bring the Zen-like bliss that every adventurist finds when stepping into their dream.

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Practically every three day weekend during the school year is found in a tent. Spring break, summer break, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Talk Like A Pirate Day…all spent in a tent somewhere.

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The glut of camping gear purchased with my parting payout check from the previous career? That is only the initial investment this family made in having quality preparations ready for our own adventures. The first year of the trials and tribulations from following our adventure-lust we found that a new family truckster was badly needed one that I would build and modify into the Family Adventure Van. The goals were simple and straight forward: the scenario of family camping in my mind for the build is driving across Big Bend National Park on an unimproved road to reach an out of the way backcountry campsite and be self-sufficient once there. If we can do that in vastness of Big Bend, we can do the same just about anywhere in the contiguous United States.

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Systems, items, parts and pieces were all modified via a specific build plan I devised for a finished vehicle; however, each one of those long weekends spent in camp, the trips, the travel, new places and new faces all gave way to exposing weaknesses in our plan and our gear. Unexpected changes were necessary to build a reliable, capable and safe vehicle to get my family to our dream destinations. Piece by piece, gradually, we refine the camp to better suit our needs.

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The Great Northern Expedition

This past June my family joined another family and a few friends on the family adventuring trip of our dreams. Five national parks, 5,350 miles traveled, twenty one days and most of the trip spent under the canvas roof of our wonderful tent. The duration of the trip is the longest we have taken as a family, the miles driven the furthest, the national parks in one trip the most we’ve attempted.

The chances of faraway campgrounds down dirt roads were nearly nil for the chance to see some of the grandest vistas the United States has to offer. A trade off of dirt roads for asphalt to see the same view millions of others had seen, the tradeoff is fair; these are epic vistas, grand mountains, steaming geothermal features, little kid friendly and easy access for happy memories.

The name is a historical throwback and a bit of a joke as the trip consisted of only two families of four with three other friends joining camp. No new land was explored, no scientific tests undertaken, a traditional expedition we were not, except that we were united as one team to experience some of the best the National Park Service has to offer in an attempt to build lasting memories and impressions for our children, happy memories as parents, and spark the happy calm of camp life to recharge our batteries.

“No new land was explored, no scientific tests undertaken, a traditional expedition we were not, except that we were united as one team to experience some of the best the National Park Service has to offer in an attempt to build lasting memories and impressions for our children, happy memories as parents, and spark the happy calm of camp life to recharge our batteries.”

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The trip was a wonderful success, but even with the high level of planning and preparation undertaken, issues arose. The aftertaste of adventure is one of lessons learned. Those lessons include new insight into our ever changing children, new introspective looks at ourselves, and some needed changes in what gear we use and how.

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If nothing changes, if no new gear is purchased, if no changes are made to the Family Adventure Van, we still hold the happy wonderment of an adventurist and will continue chasing our own windmills, longing for lazy afternoons in the woods surrounded by the laughter of our children, family, and friends, long dirt paths with high mountain tops, the Adventurist Zen, happiness evolving to bliss with each pop and hiss of the campfire.

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