Monday, September 16, 2024

Utah, Day 16...Bears Ears

Monday, September 16, 2024

    There was one major stop for the day, Bears Ears National Monument.  Shortly after President Obama turned the area into a national monument, Mom sent me a long article from the Washington Post about it.  Since then, we talked about it whenever one of us heard something new.  That's why I came to this part of Utah.  It feels weird not being able to share it with her.
      The weather guessers showed a good chance of a thunderstorm around 11A.  The weather radar concurred.  
     A few days ago, I asked about trails in Bears Ears in a park and travel related group chat on Twitter.  Two trails seemed the most promising.  With possible rain, the long one was out.  Could I work in the short one?
     But first, Mexican Hat's namesake.  A rock outcrop in the shape of a guy in a sombrero.


     There's a trail to the top.  Some reviewers said it was easy to follow with some light scrambling.  Others found the crisscrossing trails confusing, and the scramble pretty steep.  I would have loved to try.  Blame it on the impending rain.
     Google Maps gave me this to the trailhead...

     Silly me, I chose the shorter route.


     That's Utah Rt 261.  About ten miles up there's a sign.  The road ahead was narrow, steep and unpaved.  The GPS said I'd be on the road for thirty-five miles.  


     Remember, I'm driving a rental vehicle with no spare tire.  Oh, and no cell signal.  Yeah, I turned around. 
     About a mile back is the turn off for Valley of the Gods Road.


     It's a dirt road through some pretty cool rock formations.  We did it many years ago in a Jeep Cherokee.  It was a smooth drive.


     About a half mile in, I saw this...


     Clearly it hasn't been worked on in a while.  Scratch Plan B.   It turns out there was a lot of rain and flood damage to the road.  Turning around was the right choice.   The folks at Earth Trekkers posted a blog about the drive.  You can see that here:
     By now, the Bears Ears Visitor Center would be open.  So, I drove there instead. Plan C.  I asked about the roads.
     That stretch of 261 that was unpaved ONLY ran three and a half miles then returned to asphalt.  An eight mile dirt road off to the side went to a place called Muley Point.  That was also recommended.  
      North of the visitors center is Hwy 95. That's where I turned west.  They told me the sign to look for read South Mule Canyon.  

     By now the thunderstorm was pushed back to 12:15P.  I had an hour.  So, I hopped down into the dry wash and started walking.  
    My destination was a place called House on Fire.  At the thirty minute point, I didn't see any dark clouds, but heard a rumble.  Time to head back.  The folks at Trek Planner did the hike and you can read about it here:


    One doesn't want to get caught in a canyon wash in a storm.  There was also that dirt road to get out.


    With no service, I didn't know the alert had been pushed back to 2P.  Should have kept going.
     Instead I drove a little further west to Natural Bridges National Monument.  At least I knew all the roads were paved. The park ranger told me the rain had been pushed back again.  Now due around 5P.  
     The park road is a loop that passes overlooks and trailhead.  The first is the Sipapu Bridge.

     Just up the road is a trail down to the base.  The trail drops five hundred feet in .6 miles.  I started down knowing I'd have to climb back up again.  I just wasn't expecting ladders to be involved.  

    A couple coming up told me the trail goes all the way down to the bottom.  They also mentioned more ladders and handrails.
     This is where I stopped.  Can you blame me?


     Besides, I was low enough to catch the sky through the arch.  So, I was good.


     The climb back up wasn't nearly as bad as expected.  Footing was good and the stairs fairly even.  



      Next on the loop is the Kachima Bridge.




    You can hike down to this one, too.  
     The last arch is technically a natural bridge since it was cut by water. This is the Owacjowa Bridge.



      From here, I called it a day.  Driving east on Hwy 95, skies seemed blue, gray in the distance.





     My home for the night was a quirky place in Monticello called the Atomic Blue Motor Inn.  Perfectly fine, just minimalistic.


     Interesting decor...


     Weather guessers were now calling for the rain around 6:30P


   This at 7P...


     And 7:10P...



7:20P

7:25P



    But still, hovering over the mountain to the west of town...







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