The Heat!
Escape was a mere 20 miles north. But there, the altitude of 8400+' soon had me barely able to get up. No WAY could I perform my galumphing "sprint" of 300 feet. (I really should be an advert for White Boots. Weighing in (each) somewhere around 5 pounds, they keep my legs in superb condition.)
Descending, the view is dominated by the red wall of Split Mountain. Looming behind its equally dramatic ramparts, it prompted a fierce attack of: MUST locate on GPS!
(Split Mountain vies with Dinosaur National Monument (DNM). More prosaic, we get: Split Mtn Lodge, Split Mtn Eatery, Split Mtn Hair & Nails.)
Safely sequestered with their generators...
It sat on the wire above the Green River, giving the hairy eyeball as I maneuvered forth and back.
On the 2nd click it flew off 200 feet...and I, tail tucked in embarrassment, drove on. But you don't see cummerbunds like that every day!
I spent a night at that campground a few years ago. My spot was next to the river, in that space between the two RVs. I ended up there because I had fled the Echo Park campground. Warnings said the steep road out of Echo could become impassible in wet weather, and rain was threatening. The rain never came, though.
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Great photos!
DeleteOne of the advantages of a "selective" (Cook's descriptor) memory: I'm looking forward to seeing it again.