Dirty Devil River Camp is windy.
All night long the wind increases, howling and nudging the Best Little Trailer on her perch above the wide canyon through which the Dirty Devil River meanders.
The first morning of our camp here, Friday, May 17, the crew and I play on the slickrock. All the while I’m evaluating the cloudy sky and the nature of the warm and constant wind.
“We’d better pull up stakes and move on.”
It’s not my practice to tow in wind.
This is different. This wind isn’t just passing through. It lives here. My hunch is, once we’re away from these massive cliff walls, the wind will die down. Since I didn’t unhitch the night before, it’s not long before we’re on the road.
A short distance from camp, we turn off Highway 95 to drive up to Hite Overlook.
Mammoth rock formations and enchanting glens of cottonwoods make every turn of the road, every hill and dale, a delight to the eye. (The photo below doesn’t adequately represent the incredible scenery.)
The road winds through rock cliffs with scant shoulder which makes photos difficult. I put down the camera and enjoy the ride as we roll along. Bridget and Spike are asleep behind me. The wind is slight and not noticeable when driving.
Around noon we reach Hanksville.
I stop at the Chevron station and buy gas and propane. I notice a short cell tower on the rocky hill across the road. I walk the crew around, toss them back into the PTV, open up the laptop, turn on the Mifi aircard, and answer some comments on this blog.
Before pulling out, I buy a chocolate milkshake at The Burger Shak. I don’t eat burgers. There’s nothing easy to fix for lunch in the BLT. And I haven’t had a chocolate milkshake in decades. No kidding. It’s a darn good milkshake and sets me up for the next leg of today’s travel.
Okay, I need to make a decision.
I can turn west and go through Capitol Reef or I can continue northward to Goblin Valley State Park. I choose the goblins!
After about twenty miles I turn left toward Goblin Valley State Park. An information kiosk appears at a turn-out. A large map of the area is pinned to the bulletin board. The San Rafael Reef is ahead and apparently, given the information on the board, it’s a popular place for hikers, climbers, and OHVers.
I make another left turn onto the road to the park’s entrance.
An ominous sign on the toll booth states Campground Full.
“Oh no! The campground is full?”
I ask the lady in the booth if it’s possible a site has opened up.
“I passed three RVs leaving as I drove up this road.”
Without hesitation, she replies, “No, every site is reserved except for six sites that are non-reservable. They filled up at ten this morning.”
“Gee, do you have any suggestions where I can camp tonight? I’m self-contained.”
Cheerfully she tells me to go back to the info kiosk, turn left and I’ll find a BLM fenced-in area with vault toilets. This I do and find it totally unacceptable. Flat, red dirt. Welcome to Camp Ugly.
I continue down the road leading into a canyon.
Where will we sleep tonight?
Gee, this is quite a challenge. I don’t want to camp on a sagebrush plain and I don’t want to get caught in a narrow canyon with no way to turn around. My next post I’ll tell how I found a lovely, quiet boondock in an unfamiliar, challenging area and without the help of the internet!