We’ve been going to Moab for almost thirty years now and I’ve run trails with hundreds of people in that time frame. I can’t even attempt to guess at how many miles I’ve racked up on vehicles while in the red dirt and I have enough stories that I’ve probably forgotten many of them. But would you believe me if I told you that there are still trails that I haven’t been on? Well, it’s true and this year we made a point to explore some areas that we had never been to before. This led us to doing a trail called Deadman Point and another known as Hotel Rock.
Thanks to the day job being in California right now and limited time to get away from it, the week was going to be constricted to only a few days so we had to use every minute wisely. We also had to drive two of these Jeeps back to California so we decided it would be wise to stick to some easier trails rather than risk damage to our "road warriors." Deadman Point was just what we needed. The only risk we took was getting lost and either getting back well after dark or never finding the correct road and still getting back well after dark. Lucky for me, we didn't get lost and we had some great views of the Green River and parts of the Maze District of Canyonlands NP during "magic hour." Photographers will understand that reference.
Next time was just about the very next night as we made the long drive south to Hotel Rock. This trail is 90 miles south of Moab and again, none of us had been there before. This trail day reiterated a lesson I had learned a long time ago. Be prepared.
During our time at the vendor show the previous day I picked up a fancy new Magellan TRX GPS. I had been in the market for a new GPS and they were selling them at a pretty good price. What I didn't realize was that it would be a little different from other GPS units that I had used in the past and that it would take some time to figure out how to use it. Despite that, I figured it would be easy since it seemed to already have Hotel Rock built in similar to what I had already mapped out in Gaia. Strike two.
Hotel Rock trail is rated a five on the Red Rock 4-Wheelers rating scale. I would agree with this rating now but at the time I wasn't sure. It wasn't that the trail was difficult but there were a lot of off camber, slick rock climbs and steps and they seemed to be coming one after another. This made me doubt that we were on the right road. It seemed too difficult for the description that I had read.
The highlight of the Hotel Rock trail is some well preserved cliff dwellings near the end of the trail. In my mind it was going to be yet another scenic drive and a big payoff. It turned out that we had to earn our way to the ruins. This was okay with me. I just didn't expect it. We ran into some folks out on their side by sides while out at an overlook. They had been on the trail before but had never made it to the ruins. That was their goal as well. We let them go ahead of us since two side by sides would be faster than four Jeeps and I secretly hoped the old guy knew where he was going. Turns out he did, but he didn't know it.
We caught up to them after awhile when they stopped for lunch. They hadn't found the ruins and they were supposed to meet a friend later that day. They were disappointed that they hadn't found the ruins and he was doubting where he was and since they didn't have time to look any longer. As they pulled out we decided to use their lunch spot for our own purposes and discussed our next move. Some of us took a short hike over a hill to "see what we can see" while the others snarfed down their sandwiches. I imagine the other group had done the same as they ate before deciding to head back. Facing a similar decision and still doubting my new GPS, we chose to stay the course for another thirty minutes. If we hadn't seen cliff dwellings by the end of those thirty minutes we would turn around and head back the 90 miles to Moab. Ten minutes later we found them. In a way, my heart goes out to the old man and his family. They had been less than a mile from the cliff dwellings when they turned around. On the bright side, I was extremely happy to see that we were indeed on the right road and we hadn't turned around.
We got our photos and headed back to blacktop, reaching it again before the sun went down. Dinner was going to be well after dark again. The only problem was that the next day we had to be up early because we were scheduled to be on the Wipe Out Hill trail on Big Saturday. I think I'll tell you about that trip next week, though. Come back next time when I talk about pirate Jeepers and base jumping. Have a great weekend!