This was the view we had from our campsite Saturday morning, a view down the long sandy four-wheel drive road, a view worthy of a painting by most artists. I could see coming back to this spot with some plein air friends to capture the morning light. We are in an area where interstate 70 punches through the mountains and labyrinth of sandstone cliffs. Off on the horizon we can see the headlights of cars traveling east.
Today we decided to get squeezed through some tight sandstone canyons near Goblin Valley called Little Wild Horse. How a horse would fit through this is beyond me? But we worked our way up the serpentine maze to where it opened up and followed an old mining road about a mile to returned down through another tight canyon to meet back up at our starting place.
Richard Boyer
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