Arlete and Dick like bicycle touring, sailing, travel and having new adventures.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
The sun rose on Hite Recreation Area as I rode away this morning. You can barely see the bridge over the Colorado River as I climbed the first steep hill.
Riding a bike, you cross what looks like an ordinary bridge, and discover dramatic clefts which make you stop. In a car I think you miss a lot of the little (big) things.
A faraway rock on a mountaintop called Jacob's Chair:
This one is called Cheese Box Butte. To me it looked more like a yurt, but perhaps the early butte-naming pioneers didn't know what a yurt is. And I didn't know, until now, what a cheese box looked like.
We have arrived in the part of Utah where cows might be seen hula-hooping. I find it interesting that most of the cow warning signs now have double red flags. I'm not sure any self-respecting cow should be eking out an existence in this environment.
We drove the 9-mile one-way loop through Natural Bridges, a good place to have our lunch break.
Sipapu Bridge, spans nearly 270 feet and stands 220 feet high. The name is borrowed from a Hopi Indian legend and alludes to "the gateway through which the souls of men come from the underworld and finally return to it."
Mule Canyon Ruin is the site of a small Anasazi village:
Tonight we're in Blanding and planning to take a rest day tomorrow. I love rest days.