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Portion 1 of four posts about my backpack trip to The All American Man Pictograph Panel.

(Updated and republished in October 2019)

I’m parked on a piece of slick rock close to The Needles District of Canyonlands National Park, in Utah, on the Colorado Plateau. It is five:25 PM on October 18, 2014.

When I arrived right here, the cedar gnats had been swarming in complete force. They had been in my mouth, my hair (miraculously as it is nevertheless incredibly, incredibly, quick at this time right after I shaved it all off a couple of weeks ago), my ears, up in my pants, and the inside of my car seemed to hold far more gnats than the entire of Utah.

Salt Creek Canyon, Canyonlands South, from the Rim

Now the gnats have gone and it is mosquito time, and apparently idiot drivers time also.

It is a Saturday evening, and a quick distance from my peaceful piece of the planet is an location exactly where a bunch of higher speeding, noisy, dirt bikers and jeeps are gathering. The dirt bikers sound as although twenty chain saws are getting run in the distance, and the dust they are kicking up is drifting more than to my camp, and to all of these about me.

My tiny piece of heaven is just off a dirt road, which the young (I’m presuming they are young, mainly because of the sound of “Yee Haas” and “Whoo hoo’s” and higher-pitched laughs of young girls drifting my way) are flying up and down as speedy as the rough washboard road will let.

Fortunately, these sharing this piece of Slickrock with me are like myself. Quiet, peaceful, and laid-back. They are parked at respectable distances from every other and are sitting outdoors reading, or cleaning off their trail bikes, or carrying their tents more than to a piece of sand although leaving their car on a rock, to defend the delicate desert atmosphere. Just about every now and then a chin will raise (or a finger) towards the noisy, thoughtless speeders passing by.

I spent an hour or so throughout the gnat attack hours sorting via my car and pulling out the items I require to go backpacking alone for 4 nights in the Salt Creek Canyon of Canyonlands National Park.

I’m a quick individual, and my backpack is a size compact. I basically purchased it as a technical climbing or winter hiking pack, but now use it as a backpack. I have only backpacked on my personal for two nights just before this, so 4 nights will be a record, and I’m not positive I can carry the weight and stuff I require to for that quantity of time.

I now have all the things I assume I require on the front seat of Mitzi, (Mitzi was the Mitsubishi Montero Sport I lived in just before I got Studley Van) and tomorrow I’ll try to get it all in my compact pack. I assume it would be okay, except I have to carry a bear canister, which requires up about a third of my pack on its personal.

Initially I had planned to do this trip with my pal Joe, but final evening he produced the selection not to go. The permit was currently in hand and paid for, so I decided to try it on my personal.

Certain I’m a tiny scared, but worry is one thing to squelch, step on, stare down and face complete-on.

Excellent words eh? Now I’ve stated that I have to reside up to it…

So right here goes…

Roxy ~ A Nomad for Nature

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