This was our last day in Moab and we made good use of it by returning to Canyonlands National Park to see two things we missed on our last trip and to visit Dead Horse Point State Park, which is next door to Canyonlands.
Our first stop was Mesa Arch. Arches National Park doesn’t have them all. There are so many gnarly, picturesque pieces of dead wood around here. This one was right along the trail, just a few steps from the parking lot.
It was not a long hike out to the arch. After a short while I spotted it in the distance. I was surprised that there were no people standing on top of it. It looked big and easy to climb.
When we got closer, though, I realized why no one was walking up there. Holy cannoli!! It looked like a thousand feet down on this side of the arch.
I walked to the right end and took another shot. Then I began to wonder how long that arch is going to hang up there. I love that oozing rock look, but still can’t fathom how it was formed.
There were pinyon pines along the trail. This pine cone was loaded with pine nuts until I harvested them all. Then I had a pine sap problem. It was all over my fingers and my camera. I rubbed my hands in the sand on the trail to unsticky them, but the pine sap was still there under the dirt. At least I wasn’t getting any more on the camera.
We also passed another large patch of bio crust.
I came across a flower I had not seen before. Actually, two of them.
Our next stop was the Shafer Canyon overlook. The overlook itself was a sight to see from the parking lot.
Down in the canyon, we could see the Shafer Trail and a few cars following it. I told Andy that I could drive our little red car on the road. He retorted, “Yeah, but you are not going to!” We could not even see the bottom.
Those were the only two sites we missed in Canyonlands so we moved on over to the Dead Horse Point State Park. They have a lovely visitor center with a balcony on the left end and a fantastic view.
After we got our park map and advice at the desk, we walked out onto the balcony for a look. There were tables out there and people were eating their lunches. We decided to eat our lunch there too. One table was vacant and Andy approached it the same time as a woman did. She suggested that we share it. Andy sat with her while I went to the car for our picnic. She looked very familiar, but I could not place her. This was our lunch view.
We ate our lunch and had a nice chat. Turns out, they were from Florida too. The Villages, no less. The man was German and the woman said that she had lived in Germany when her first husband was stationed there in the Army. The three of them talked about places in Germany while I ate my chicken salad. Then Andy mentioned that we had lived on a boat for eleven years. She had lived on a boat for years too, a Kadey Krogen Manatee. Then she asked if we knew Skipper Bob. What coastal cruiser does not? That was her first husband. Bingo. I knew I knew her! It was Elaine Reib, although she probably has a new last name now. She seemed to remember me taking pictures at Trawler Fest in Solomons, Maryland. She was at every Trawler Fest we attended.
When we were finished eating, we offered our table to a couple of French men and took a walk on the path along the edge of the abyss. At one point, Andy said, “Look at those people standing out there. That rock is going to break off.” Sooner or later, it will and it is a long way down.
There were chipmunks running under the trees, collecting pine nuts I suppose.
Our next stop was Dead Horse Point. There is an extra large shelter to make much-needed shade right on the edge of the cliff. There are plenty of boulders for seating under there too. I think state parks are not as averse to making improvements as national parks. A beautiful stone wall keeps us tourists from falling a thousand feet.
The Colorado River snakes through the canyon here.
This spot is called the Goose Neck.
Here is my picture of the day. It is a Juniper. The berries show up in the original, larger file.
And that was the end of our sightseeing in Moab. I can sum it up as spectacular scenery, everywhere you look. Tomorrow, we move on to Virgin, just outside Zion National park.
Andy was craving a hamburger, so I looked up where to get him one. Milt’s has the highest-rated burgers in Moab. There was one table left. The music was way to loud for me. Andy didn’t like the flies on the table. We decided to try the Moab Diner, also highly rated. It was closed. We then went to the Moab Grill and got our burgers. Andy didn’t care how it was rated, he loved his burger.
There was a television with a football game on so Andy sat facing it. He said Denver and Baltimore were playing but he didn’t know where. I turned around and looked. Most of the people in the stands were wearing orange, so I figured it out and explained it to Andy.
“See all the orange in the stands? They are playing in Baltimore.”
“Orange is the Denver team. Nice reasoning, wrong answer.”
“Well, I figured orange would be Baltimore, for the Orioles. Orioles are orange.”
“Ah. Nice reasoning again, but the Orioles are the baseball team. Your logic is impeccable. However, your data is inaccurate.”
I am giving up on football analysis.
You are following the trip that Nina and I made, many Thanksgivings ago and before Rebecca. I see that they have a visitor center at Dead Horse Point now. When we drove there, it was a gravel road to nowhere but a view. They were trying to pave the road, so on our return to the main highway we were stopped by a flagger while a sprinkler truck watered the road base. I noticed that the entire truckload of water disappeared into the sand.
I asked the flagger if they were having trouble getting compaction. He broke down and sort of cried on my shoulder. He said they bid the job assuming that there was water on site. I said that I recognized a temporary dam and pump and standpipe driving in, but it was dry. He said that was supposed to be the water supply. Without site water, each water truck had to make the nearly 50-mile round trip to the Colorado River at Moab, Then the water just soaks into the sand and they can’t compact it.
I mentioned that we called the stuff “sugar sand” or running sand, because rolling just shoves it around without compacting it unless you pour on an ocean of water, but as soon as it dries out it turns back into the no-compressive-strength sand.
On a happy note, you are in alluvial fan territory. Separately, I will send FEMA’s stochastic analysis method, and a little tidbit from the Corps of Engineers.
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The company may have gone bankrupt doing it, but the whole road is paved now.
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