I heard that the Tushars may have received up to 30 inches of snow. Not here. But, what we got was enough for EDO to build a track on the Boy Scout Road. She did that yesterday while I was driving back from Price. Today we went out together and climbed to the top. The track was shaded and in good shape. We stayed at Treadmill Hill for three or four laps. The downhill glide brought smiles.
With a second comment—from Jess—regarding my absence from the viewfinder, I solicited more proof from VSO. She made these pictures last week. At top, I'm the speck on the right; EDO and I are peering into the White Roost. At bottom, I'm also on the right; EDO and I are seeking a route back to the Chev.
In sharing some pictures with Poppop, he commented that I never appeared in them. It is true: When you carry the camera, you're not often in the picture. It makes it seem as though you never attended the event. Well, today I have proof (above). Actually, today I was flying solo. The girls had to return to The Homestead for an art festival, so I went alone. I hiked from the sand slide to the Dirty Devil and up Pasture Canyon. It wasn't all that far as the crow flies, maybe six or eight miles, but the river crossing was cold and the sand traps were taxing. I was tired when I got back to the truck. Pictures here.
Today, we found the horse trail. Or, EDO did; I was going the wrong way. We reached the bottom of White Roost by 11:30a. It was a short day and we needed to be out by 1:15p at the latest. We hustled down river and rounded the corner with a view to the Middle Roost by 12:15p. The White Fork and the Middle Fork join to form the main stem: Robber's Roost Canyon. It was in view. We turned around. VSO had a head start, but, with EDO, I half-ran upstream. We reached GC2 at 1:15p! Pictures here.
We left Hanksville at 10a. We started down the White Roost at 11:30. After a mile, we were rimmed out (above). We hiked back to the plateau and spent the rest of the day trying to find a way into the canyon. The rule is "don't go down what you can't get back up." So, we failed. There were a few places, but we might have been stuck. At the end of the day, we scrambled up another narrow notch (below). There was a reason that Butch and the Kid liked retreating to this country after doing a job. More pictures here.
