Big Rocks, Utah

On Wednesday night I was in Loa, so I decided to camp at Big Rocks.  Big Rocks is only a couple of miles from town and it has been designated an OHV sacrifice area by the BLM, so it could have been bad.  (And, from the trash and graffiti, I suspect that it normally is bad.)  But, on a Wednesday in May, it was totally empty.  I got off the Big Hollow Road quite a distance, pulled into a flat with afternoon shade from a big, er, rock, and settled in.  There was good picture making weather, the cacti were in bloom, and I had cell coverage so I could talk to the girls without driving around.  When the sun set over the Aquarius Plateau, I had a brat for dinner, and went to sleep with a moth fluttering around my head.  In the morning, the sun came up over, you guessed it, the Thousand Lake Mountain, while I made a big thermos of coffee and ate pop tarts.  This was my kind of night—sleeping rough in Wayne County, Utah.  It is hard to imagine that heaven will be any better.