|*The east end of the Cottonwood BLM area*
Well... There turned out to be 'bout three times as many rigs packed in there as I've ever seen... I suppose I could have boldly wedged my $25 buster's rig in between some of the other travelers... Seemed like half were 1/4 million $$$ rigs... Not sure how popular the peelin' duct tape holding my fenders together would be in that crowd ;)
Buuuuut... what can I say? after a week of wedged into PIR... and then a week of a full camp at Roosevelt... Wedging in amongst a crowd just seemed to be braiding a knot in my fruit of the looms... So I only spent one night in the turnaround up by the highway...
Come the morning I kept the nose pointed north and wended my slow movin' way past Flagstaff and on to Goosenecks, near Mexican Hat, in southern Utah. Traveling slow to squeeze as many miles out of a tank as possible...
|*Looking southwest Out the Door in Goosenecks*
|*Southeast view back toward Monument Valley*
|*Goosenecks of the San Juan Sunrise*
If I tarry long enough here and there and along the way between... either Nascar or Google is likely to provide the lubrication to continue the migration back to the Colorado Plains... as well as hopefully avoiding the pitfalls of challenging the weatherman.
They don't never have spring blizzards in the Utah desert do they? ;) I heard the county commissioners promised to outlaw such doin's.
The Circle Runs thru Moab... maybe...