So, here I am waiting (for about 45 minutes) and I never see a soul on the trail. If you look hard in this picture, you can see the trail following the river:
While waiting, I keep hearing this still, small voice. Please, can we leave now! It's my 450. It's as cold as I am!
Ok, Ok, it's time to go. One last shot up river and we pull out of the wind whistling down the canyon:
We pull up out of the canyon and head back along the fun sand washes to the south of the ranches in Sinker Creek. I followed the old Southern Alternate of the Oregon trail for a ways, but it's pretty much gone now. Too bad, there used to be some great wagon ruts along that section.
I pulled up on the higway and followed the adjoining trail all the way back to the parking area. Oh, the heater in the old Jeep sure felt good! Home now, quad washed and dried, and now it's time for food!
Really not a bad day, just colder and dustier than I would have liked for late March.
Statistics: Posted by krcrfs — Sat Mar 23, 2013 3:39 pm
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