This was the day of the
toughest hiking. Imagine going down and up a 20+-foot arroyo.
Then imagine doing about five in a row. We probably did
over two dozen in the course of four hours or so. Extremely
wearing. We did find a few points which was nice. Whether
it was worth the two blisters on my right foot, I couldn't say.
Once
we got back to the campsite, we could see that a storm was coming in.
We did try briefly to rekindle the fire from ashes, but
that was useless and we didn't want to waste much time on it. We
did get some smoke and a momentary flame before we gave up on it.
Instead of having anything remotely difficult for dinner, Chris
made two canned soups (identical type so he cooked both at once) while
he had me apply some moleskin (the guy has some amazing oddities in his
truck!) and medical tape to my blisters. We ate and quickly got
into the tent (me) and truck (Chris). I tossed Chris a
walkie-talkie so we could chat during the storm.
Utah
usually gets short storms, maybe 20-40 minutes of downpour and heavy
wind. I curled up with a book and tried to make the best of it
under the light of my mini LED lantern.
When the rain kept up
for over an hour, I began to get concerned. I finally decided to
try to sleep, and managed some sleep, off and on, but the rain noise
and the loud rustling of my tent made it difficult. Eventually it
became clear that this was some kind of freak monsoon! My tent felt
like it was going to break (this tent had already gone through break
and repair some years back). I got dripped on via the roof, which
was designed to vent and not to receive rain in high wind which could
then drop onto me. The tent was on a bit of a slope and as a
result I had a hard time keeping my sleeping bag away from the edges.
I ended up pushing my dirty clothes toward the edges while
sleeping, and they got soaked. As did the foam under the sleeping
bag. At about 5:30 AM I gave up on the tent because I was worried
my clean clothes and gear would get wet. I rushed to the truck,
tossed some stuff in, and huddled and slept for a bit in the driver's
seat.
In the end, the storm lasted about twelve hours. |

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An example of a pit house ruin. They don't look like very
much, as you can see. |

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When we got back to the campsite after the long hiking, it was clear that a storm was coming in. |

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Canyons_IMG_2111 Here's a good view of some of the terrain, but I didn't get any good pictures of the arroyos we crossed. |

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Strange_bug_IMG_2109 Apparently this is a Jerusalem cricket.
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Overhang_IMG_7042 I
think I missed getting a picture of another overhang, which looked
similar to this one, and had hundreds of tiny frogs under it,
hopping around everywhere. |

Twisted_tree_IMG_7043 We
think a lightning strike on the long-lived junipers can cause this
twisting in the still-living portion. That's just a guess, though. |

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