Archive for category: RtWp04
After the good performance of the Dodge in “the quest for the Onion (Rd)” it was quite unenticing to revert to the comfort of paved roads. In Moab -after filling it up- I decided to avoid the Arches National Park and to seek an alternative route southwards. The path from Castle Valley to La Sal appealed to my taste for randomness.
It wasn’t much harder than Onion Rd, but much longer. Starting with a very decent road -where I crossed paths with tourists in their jeeps- to enter into a winding road, steep and crammed full of stones the size of melons.
An unstable and changing landscape. Up and down the mountain depression. Until the point where a tree was blocking the road. I did not hesitate much -as there was no turning back for me- and used ‘brute force’ to pass through.
Then, the road became better and better. From then on, I only crossed paths with redneckish hunters that gave me some frowns.
I kept driving. Through four states and across the entire Navajo reservation. When I stopped at the Conoco in Kayenta the van started peeing. After a series of exhaustive and intricate tests, I reached a conclusion: “liquid green, coolant is”. I bought a gallon of coolant in the mentioned station and kept going. My goal was Page. It was quite late when I parked at Page’s Walmart.
In Rabbit Valley two families ate breakfast. Dirt bikes on the horizon- and no motivation on my part to go down the canyon. I just kept going westward, into Utah. At Sego Canyon, I spent some time around the ghost town and the petroglyphs.
My goal -if I really had one- was to sleep near Moab. After getting there I drove around it and decided to find a site that was listed in freecampsites.net.
The access to that place wasn’t easy. Crossing the river so many times wasn’t a problem… Dodge didn’t disappoint -although the tension rose when it started skidding in a stretch of track with the gorge on its side. And having to go rearwards to let a jeep pass -at least the driver provided me with an important piece of information: “This is the worse part of the track”. After reaching a plain which I assumed it was the end of the Onion Rd itself (and the beginning of a long straight dull-for-some-miles track to La Sal), I went back to a good campsite I found. And then? Well, with loneliness. “I’ll have to play guitar and drink beer.”
To write: Austin, Lake Travis, Salado (2010.09.09)