Saturday morning – Before Toadstools

Before I get to Saturday morning’s activities I forgot to post two pictures I had taken the morning before on my way to the Grand Canyon North Rim.

Not exactly sure what is going on here.  As I was driving down the road I noticed these four birds just standing there with their winds extended.  At first I thought they were just air-drying their wings, but upon further review I think perhaps these were four males showing off to attract the lone female.



All I know is they knocked it off after I started taking pictures.


When I left Kanab Saturday morning for a big scenic drive to the east, the weather looked pretty dismal.  Lots of rain had moved through overnight and the cloud deck was still very low.


Fortunately, the weather would improve.


I saw a Historic Marker sign and was intrigued by what it said.  When I stopped to read the actual marker I was interested to learn that a short drive away sits the ghost town of Pahreah, near the Paria River (not sure why the different spellings).  The ghost town is often used as a movie set when filming westerns and such.  The sign next to the dirt road warned that driving on it should not be attempted when the road is wet.  I would have liked to have seen the little town but it had rained a good bit overnight so I didn’t chance it.  I’d like to get back to Durham without having to call AAA again!


I drove about 10 miles or so further east over nice, but nondescript terrain.  Then I went through a series of turns which dropped me a fair amount in elevation.  The scenery on that portion of the road, as well as what followed, was more dramatic.


Why the orange barrel, you ask?  Evidently someone started making the next right-hand turn a tad early and had an oops.



Maybe they were distracted by the scenery.

















It would be behind these formations that I found the “Toadstools” (yesterday’s post).

Saturday morning – After Toadstools

These were taken after I visited the “Toadstools” formations, about a half hour east of Kanab.

When I got out to where I had parked the car a light rain had started to fall.  Actually, before I got to the car I should mention that something ran across the path in front of me, scaring me half to death.  I think it might have been a jackrabbit (a rabbit variation with very long legs and very big ears).  Either that or it was a kangaroo.

Anyway, when I got to the parking area two trucks were pulling in with UTV’s on trailers (no longer just all terrain vehicles – these are utility terrain vehicles thank you very much).  These vehicles can hold four people properly strapped in, plus a two-martini lunch (for those who like theirs shaken, not stirred).



I told the two couples who got out of the trucks that the UTV’s were way too clean.  They said they had just driven through some heavy rain which washed all the fun-mud off them.  They were driving west towards Kanab, and I would be driving east and into the rain they had just experienced.  They weren’t planning to use these vehicles here, they just stopped to see the Toadstools.

I continued on east and soon came to the recreation area they had been at earlier in the morning.  This huge rock sits in the middle of a lake.  It is called Lone Rock, and is part of the Big Water Recreation Area.  The lake (actually, it is part of the Colorado River) continues east towards the Glen Canyon Dam, and there is a marina with larger boats and other pleasure craft further downriver.  Lone Rock is next to the Big Water Campground.



If you look closely at the photo above you will see someone jet-skiing on the river.  Here is another photo from a slightly different vantage point which gives you some idea how big Lone Rock is.


I continued on towards the Glen Canyon Dam.  Once I passed over the dam I came to an overlook which offered some pretty dramatic views.  The dam itself wasn’t all that impressive, in my opinion, plus there were lots of power lines and such so it wasn’t a very good photo op.



I took advantage of my newfound spy status to take some photos of people without their knowledge.




After leaving the Dam area I moved on to the next venue.  While walking up the hill to that viewing area I caught these folks candidly as well.  At first I thought the guy in the photo below was proposing, but after examining another photo which was zoomed in more he was just taking her picture.


These folks (different from the “proposal” couple) were using their dog, Suki, as a prop.  Evidently Suki isn’t afraid of heights, and fortunately they weren’t offering her for sacrifice…


Suki is SO cute….





Horseshoe Bend

After proceeding over the Glen Canyon Dam Bridge I arrived in the town of Page, Arizona.  Here I found something I had already bought a picture of the day before.

The picture I bought was taken by a professional photographer, either using a special lens or after being hoisted by a crane.  I have neither of those items in my repertoire so you’ll have to settle for a two-part picture, given the size of the object and my proximity to it.

This is a bend in the Colorado River as seen from 1,000 feet above (yikes!).  Believe me, it took all the courage I could muster to get the shot of the actual bend in the river, achieved pretty much by walking close to the edge (I SERIOUSLY considered crawling out but already looked silly enough in my Safety Sam vest, and there were lots of people around) and holding my phone WAY out in front of me, hoping I was holding it at the correct angle.  I’m relieved these came out fairly well because I don’t care to go back.





I looked around for another sturdy spot and thought I’d better try again, just to be sure.





Navajo Bridge

After finishing up things in the Page, Arizona area I continued making my clockwise loop back towards Kanab.  I stayed on Route 89 until I got to the town of Bitter Springs.  Getting there required making a fairly substantial elevation drop to the desert floor.  Once there, I turned right on Route 89A which would take me to the next series of sights.

First up – the Navajo Bridge, which spans the Colorado River.  Given the reduction in altitude, the drop from the bridge to the water is less than half what it was at Horseshoe Bend, up in Page.




This was taken from the pedestrian bridge which is located alongside the vehicular bridge.


And this is looked the other way, northeast, away from the pedestrian bridge.




And these give you some idea of what is in the area if you stop looking down.  First looking northwest, which was my direction of travel….


…. and then looking southeast, which is where I was coming from.