DAA
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- Location
- West Bountiful, UT
Had to wait for my partner Tim to get off work Wed. evening before we could leave town, so ended up in rush hour traffic for about 60 miles, from my house to Spanish Fork. The traffic mercifully lightened as we started up the canyon towards Soldier Summit. Excepting one road raged trucker heading south on Hwy 6 between Wellington and I70. Total nut job. Have never seen a big rig driver acting like that, ever. At one point he was off on the right shoulder alongside me and swerving to force me towards the other lane (rigs in front of me, nowhere for me to go). Dude was out of control and looking to get someone killed. First passing lane, I let him get WAY ahead of me.
Then when we got off of I70 at Crescent Junction to go to Moab, I saw him parked off the side of the exit. I SOOOOO wanted to heave a rock through his window so he’d come out and fight! Heck, I wanted to light his truck on fire with him in it and shoot him in the knees with my .357 when he ran out of the flames then stomp his teeth down his throat and cave his ribs in and pop his lungs and, well, you get the idea... Tim talked me out of it though and so I pulled back onto the highway and kept going towards Moab. I’m definitely getting old!
So, we ended up pulling off the highway and tossing out the cots and sleeping bags about 11pm, at a spot I’ve used quite a few times just to crash for a few hours. It’s on the east side of the highway, just before the turn for the Needles, back up in East Canyon – a nice little slickrock spot protected from prevailing winds.
At 5am Thur. morning we were rolling south on 191 again, me sipping a big mug of hot coffee and puffing a nice cigar. Life is good! By 7am we were fueled up, coffee refilled and leaving pavement out of Blanding on the cutoff to Cottonwood Wash, where we took the Elk Ridge road. Saw a few deer on the way to camp.
After driving around looking at deer for a couple of hours we pitched camp in a spot heading out towards Steamboat Point. This was to be a rare “static camp”. That is to say, we were going to leave the tent and stuff setup in the same spot for several days. This is exceedingly uncommon for me. But a nice change of pace, not having to strike camp every morning and put it back up every night.
After camp was setup, we headed down the Peavine/Dark Canyon corridor trail. This is where I suffered a broken track bar a few years ago and I wanted to make it to the end this time. Which, we did without any problem. The road eventually peters out and from there it’s not too long of a walk to the Scorup cabin – an old line cabin built about 90 years ago and still in use as recently as the ‘70s. It’s in great shape and still has many artifacts in place. Neat spot to visit!
There are a couple of spots on the trail to get there that don’t look like they are going to last much longer. There is one wash crossing, near the end, that nothing wider than my Jeep could get across now and it won’t surprise me if even my Jeep is too wide in another year. Then there is this spot, a bit earlier in the trail, that might not last all that much longer either.
The cut bank on the side that you can’t see, is just as steep and deep. Not a lot of room to get across now, not hard to imagine just a couple good storms making it impassable to full size rigs.
- DAA
Then when we got off of I70 at Crescent Junction to go to Moab, I saw him parked off the side of the exit. I SOOOOO wanted to heave a rock through his window so he’d come out and fight! Heck, I wanted to light his truck on fire with him in it and shoot him in the knees with my .357 when he ran out of the flames then stomp his teeth down his throat and cave his ribs in and pop his lungs and, well, you get the idea... Tim talked me out of it though and so I pulled back onto the highway and kept going towards Moab. I’m definitely getting old!
So, we ended up pulling off the highway and tossing out the cots and sleeping bags about 11pm, at a spot I’ve used quite a few times just to crash for a few hours. It’s on the east side of the highway, just before the turn for the Needles, back up in East Canyon – a nice little slickrock spot protected from prevailing winds.
At 5am Thur. morning we were rolling south on 191 again, me sipping a big mug of hot coffee and puffing a nice cigar. Life is good! By 7am we were fueled up, coffee refilled and leaving pavement out of Blanding on the cutoff to Cottonwood Wash, where we took the Elk Ridge road. Saw a few deer on the way to camp.
After driving around looking at deer for a couple of hours we pitched camp in a spot heading out towards Steamboat Point. This was to be a rare “static camp”. That is to say, we were going to leave the tent and stuff setup in the same spot for several days. This is exceedingly uncommon for me. But a nice change of pace, not having to strike camp every morning and put it back up every night.
After camp was setup, we headed down the Peavine/Dark Canyon corridor trail. This is where I suffered a broken track bar a few years ago and I wanted to make it to the end this time. Which, we did without any problem. The road eventually peters out and from there it’s not too long of a walk to the Scorup cabin – an old line cabin built about 90 years ago and still in use as recently as the ‘70s. It’s in great shape and still has many artifacts in place. Neat spot to visit!
There are a couple of spots on the trail to get there that don’t look like they are going to last much longer. There is one wash crossing, near the end, that nothing wider than my Jeep could get across now and it won’t surprise me if even my Jeep is too wide in another year. Then there is this spot, a bit earlier in the trail, that might not last all that much longer either.
The cut bank on the side that you can’t see, is just as steep and deep. Not a lot of room to get across now, not hard to imagine just a couple good storms making it impassable to full size rigs.
- DAA
I'll have to check if I was on some of the same roads you were on 
