It was kinda the plan from the get-go, but in the middle of all this shutdown bullshit, heading for the hills – then right down the other side – seemed like a good idea.
My aunt and I had discussed a few weekend plans previously; there was not enough snow yet for skiing, we weren’t sure if there’s enough water for rafting (flow reporting is federally funded)… Exploring in Utah? Yes.
So, I bussed up from Boulder Thursday evening, including a quick visit with Nana in Gunnison. My aunt and I made a lazy start Friday from a wet snow in Crested Butte, heading back down through Gunnison and on towards I-70. As we got lower and wester, the storm gradually faded into blue skies, accompanied by excerpts of Ed Abbey on CD. A few hours later, we scored a nice little spot in the San Rafael Swell and had unpacked the firewood, steaks, and booze before dark.
Saturday and Sunday were spent roaming around a few canyons in the area, and a walk through Goblin Valley State Park. We didn’t get too far down a couple canyons due to weather – it’s been rainy this summer, and slogging through the remaining waist-deep puddles wasn’t considered desirable. All that rain did make for some exceptionally lush vegetation, for the desert in mid-October, and we stayed plenty entertained looking at all the erosion-sculpted geology.
It was a very nice weekend trip, very relaxing, and we’re now back in Crested Butte which should continue being relaxing (for me at least – she’s gotta get back to work).
Snow again this afternoon, sloppy wet stuff. I might drag the fat bike out tomorrow!