Tuesday, July 6: Utah corner to corner
Utah, Wyoming, and Idaho: Deeeeeep Woods Off!
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The trip up from the southwest corner of Wyoming to the tri-point of Utah, Wyoming, and Idaho was rather short - about 70 miles of pretty quiet roads through Evanston and Sage Junction. The sun was still up - it was about 7:30 by the time I reached the faint road off the Sage-Cokeville highway into Christy Canyon. The "roads" marked on the topo sheets were very indistinct - little more than fencelines through tall grass. Fortunately, the Christy Canyon road was marked with a cute little arrow sign indicating that I was only 4 miles from my destination.
As I enjoy doing from time to time, I'll look up various place names I encounter on the Internet. A Google search for Christy Canyon, some of you may know, will turn up nothing about this tri-point's location, but will give you a lot of hits about a certain Ms. Christy Canyon. Don't try this at work. Anyway, back to the task at hand. My turn off the highway into the tall grass was met by the rising of thousands upon thousands of bugs that hopped and flew out of the grass as I neatly pushed it down with my front bumper. The setting sun to the WNW was blinding, and provided attractive backlighting to this entymological menace on the other side of the windshield. Funny, I was thinking of camping here. Only when I got out to open a barbed-wire gate did I realize that these insects were all huge hungry MOSQUITOES - mosquitoes that perhaps hadn't even seen a human being in their long lifetimes, much less had the pleasure of sucking the life blood out of one. I was descended upon immediately. No time to go to the back of the car for the Deep Woods Off!. I opened the gate quickly and raced back into the car, where I was joined by several blood-thirsty hitch-hikers that would occassionally buzz near my ear. Not too far into Utah, another small arrow pointed me north (out of the sun, mercifully), and the road took me up about 1/4 mile to another arrow - this one pointed at about a 45 degree angle, up (below left). No way the 'rester was gonna take on that hill, so I took a deep breath, gathered my camera, and opened the door.
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