High Desert Evening, Natural Bridges

Clouds over White Canyon, Natural Bridges National Monument, Utah.

Clearing storm sunset clouds over White Canyon

Heavy clouds, partially clearing to the west. At sunset time, meaning right on time.

I divert from the trail onto slickrock, the canyon country term for bare rock on the surface, usually sandstone. In this case Cedar Mesa Sandstone. Although I’m in a National Monument, travel off trail is allowed here via slickrock and other areas where cryptobiotic soil crusts haven’t formed. Those crusts are alive, and crucial to holding down the ethereal high desert soil. So stick to the slick.

Speaking of that Cedar Mesa Sandstone, here it was formed from sand dunes. Big ones, like the Sahara. Since they were wind-formed dunes, they are cross bedded, meaning not level. Sloping up and down like sand dunes do. You’ll never see a flat sand dune. So. With an uneven surface, the sandstone erodes unevenly. Water collects in low places, the water stays longer there and slowly dissolves the “cement” between the sand grains a little faster there. Little potholes become connected, a drainage pattern forms. You get the idea.

Who cares besides geologists and naturalists? Oh, anybody that appreciates beauty in nature, because of the varies shapes and patterns and geologic structures that form. Erosion, like rust, never sleeps.

Rain filled potholes, Cedar Mesa Sandstone near Kachina Bridge.

Rain filled potholes, Cedar Mesa Sandstone near Kachina Bridge.

Which, somehow, gets me back to this photo. The late autumn rain had blessed the mesa for a day. The clouds had opened a crack. Not enough for a blazingly showy red sunset, just enough for a hint of it.

No one else around. Rock terrace, low sky, dusk at hand. Almost-full moon rising.  Time to make my way back to the parking area and then home. Satisfied.

Moonrise over the potholes.

Moonrise over the potholes.

Photo location: Natural Bridges National Monument, San Juan County, southeast Utah.

Shining Colorado High Country, Again

Sleeping Ute Mountain, from Dolores, Colorado.

Sleeping Ute Mountain, from Dolores, Colorado.

On an  excursion to Cortez and Dolores in southwest Colorado I had a couple days to spare (as people say, as if days with nowhere that you need to be are in your personal life savings account or something), so I decided to spend them going up into the San Juan Range. Why? Because I hadn’t been up there in several years — was too engrossed in living in wonderful northern Arizona — I guess — and because the first real snowstorm of the season had blown through, leaving in its wake perfect cloudless deep blue skies and the high peaks shining with brilliant snow. Sounded good to me. After all, I was in charge of me, and there was no one else along to consult.

So up the Dolores River canyon on Colorado Highway 145. Winding and slowly climbing in elevation. Up toward the snowy high country.

Rico, Colorado

Downtown Rico, Colorado.

After a while I came to the tiny old mining town turned tourist stop of Rico, CO. I love these old mountain towns and love seeing what is being done (or not) to revive small businesses and keep the place liveable. I pulled over to the side of the street to get a quick shot of downtown (the only part of town, too) Rico. Behind me the owner of a (the only?) hotel alertly spotted me and leaned out his front door calling: “Would you like to see my restored hotel?” A good entrepreneur: it was past the summer tourist season, almost nobody about on the street, and he’s trying to drum up business. I would have loved to, but I declined. I may have had two “free” days to play with, but my cell phone had messaged me and given me an important mission for the day. I would have to overnight some papers, and I was in the middle of nowhere. But Telluride was up ahead, surely they will have a FedEx facility.

But I will be back to tour your hotel, Mr. owner. Thank you for the invitation. I like this town.

Then I went up a few of the side streets. You can learn a lot about a town by getting off the main drag. In this case, I stumbled upon the Rico Town Hall, a fine looking historic sandstone building. How would you like to have your office in something like this? It would make going to work five days a week a lot nicer.

Town Hall in Rico, Colorado

Town Hall, Rico, Colorado.

But enough of that kind of daydreaming. Rico was giving tantalizing peeks at the snowy peaks above. So onward and upward, further north on Highway 145. I came to Lizard Head Pass, elevation 10,222 feet. No lizards up here, that’s for sure. It’s named after nearby Lizard Head Peak and Lizard Head Wilderness. Gorgeous. And I had finally left the upper Dolores River canyon, which had veered off to the southeast without saying goodbye. Canyons tend to do that. Not say goodbye, I mean.

Snow Spur Creek, Dolores County, Colorado.

Snow Spur Creek, Dolores County, Colorado.

Meanwhile, I was saying goodbye to Dolores County and hello to San Miguel County, which apparently allows some of their highway signs to be bulletin boards as well. Unless you get caught. If you did you could always serve your public service sentence by scraping off all the other stickers. Straighten the sign while you’re at it, the snowplows seem to have taken their toll on it.

Photo: San Miguel County sign, Lizard Head Pass, Colorado.

San Miguel County sign, Lizard Head Pass.

Down the other side of the pass. Reveling in the brilliant early winter (late fall, really) light and mountain air. Dark green alpine forests and steep, steep mountainsides, crowned by peaks with their summits above timberline. So they can show off their snow.

San Miguel Mountains, Vance Junction, CO.

San Miguel Mountains, Vance Junction, CO. (Click on image for larger).

Then into Telluride. I’ve only stopped there briefly before this, and would do so again today. It’s awesome but too crowded jet-set trendy expensive for a mountain man. I had no idea where the FedEx agent would be, so I stopped in at the official Visitor Center (15 minute parking only, don’t dawdle, now) and what do you know there was a FedEx sign in the window of another small business in the same building. Are things going right on this trip, or what? I would be a zillionaire today if I played the lottery, but I hear you have to buy a ticket. Mountain men don’t buy lottery tickets. We are one.

Went to the historic main street smack dab center of Telluride town to get me a few tourist photos before I escaped. Lots of construction going on, the real estate market sure is coming back. Historic old buildings and houses being rebuilt. Landscaping workers cleaning up yards and such. Glad everybody’s happy, I’m getting outta here. Back to the wilds.

Telluride, Colorado.

Telluride, Colorado.

Now it was down the San Miguel River canyon. Exit Uncompahgre National Forest land, onto BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land. I was looking for a great campsite for the night, and I found one, right along the river bank, cement picnic table and all. I was the sole camper, and a happy one. Found enough Gambel oak wood on the ground for a nice fire. The sound of the rushing stream below was both soothing and invigorating. I had been living and camping away from that sound, from these mountains, for too long.

And one more “spare” day to go.

Upper San Miguel River, Colorado.

Upper San Miguel River, Colorado.