We had a bit of a lie in today before moving the RV from site 24 to 78. We positioned the vehicle so that we could squeeze the jeep down the side of it.
We loaded up and went for a drive down Hwy 128 which runs eastwards along the side of the Colorado River just on the edge of Moab. We couldn’t find any evidence of ‘white water’ to raft on despite the fact that we were passing the area where supposedly most of the rafting is done. We had to conclude that this area was not strictly speaking a ‘white-water’ area at all, rather a good fast flowing stretch of river for floating, or drifting on, those who want real white-water rafting being bussed elsewhere, probably deeper in to Canyonlands National Park. We were pleased that we had now decided to do our white-water rafting at Jackson, Wyoming rather than here.
We travelled most of the way down the 128 before turning round and coming back and making our way to Dead Horse Point State Park http://www.utah.com/stateparks/dead_horse.htm which is about 30 miles out of Moab. We had to part with a $10 entrance fee, but once parked up it was well worth it. The overlook is 6,000ft above sea level and 2,000ft below runs the Colorado River. The State Park gets its name from the days when cowboys would round up wild mustang horses and drive them on to the point which has a sheer drop on all sides except for a strip of land about 30 yards wide. Once the horses were on the point the gap was fenced in. The mustangs were then roped and broken, with the better ones being kept for personal use or sold to markets. Unwanted horses or ‘broomtails’ were left to find their way off the point after the cowboys had removed the fence. One year for some inexplicable reason the horses, despite the fencing having been removed, remained on the point and died there within sight of food and drinking water in the Colorado River below.
From the overlook we had wonderful views of Canyonlands National Park stretching out before us, the Colorado River, and much of the area we had off-roaded two days ago. Many people were looking down and remarking on the 4x4’s as they worked their way along the track, little knowing they were looking at the easy part, the really tricky section of the trail was out of sight behind a mountain. Rosina said she was pleased to have actually been a part of the view a couple of days ago rather than just an observer today which I think sums it up admirably.
On the way back we could think of nothing else we wanted to do, other than move on. We dropped by a Liquor Store and bought another box of wine then returned to the campground, unloaded the Jeep then drove just down the road to Thrifty’s and handed it in. I was sorry to part with it. I had developed a great respect for the Jeep over the past three days and would have loved to have held on to her for longer.
This evening has been spent cooking a stir-fry outside, but eating it indoors as it’s still pretty cool. The campground is full due to this being a Public Holiday weekend. There’s now riff-raff and kids everywhere and we’re looking forward to hitting the road tomorrow heading towards Salt Lake City. The plan is to get within striking distance of the city by tomorrow night, wild camp for the night, then cruise in to town early on our planned day in the hope that we could squeeze in one and a half days there rather than the one as planned.
LOCATION TONIGHT: Canyonlands Campground, 555 South Main Street, Moab, Utah