“reach down deep inside, draw on abilities. draw on dreams.”
K.Drew
Stayed at Myton Truck Stop. Town is very poor. Oil boom over. Town may fall down. Truck stop only business going. I park RV in front of a boarded up house for the night. People were friendliest I’ve met. Cashier and staff. Grill produced a big breakfast for me.
Headed south searching for start of 9 mile canyon. No signs. I was told it was paved for a while, then turned dirt and somewhat bumpy for several miles. I turn right where I expect the turnoff to be. Barren hills dotted by sagebrush on both sides as far as the eye can see. Oil wells slowly pumping dinosaurs. I count 40, 50, 100. This is BLM land. Public land. Somebodies getting filthy rich pumping oil here. After driving 10 or so miles I stop in the middle of the road.
Haven’t seen one car or truck. Let the dogs out to run. Its so nice not having to leash’em up. We continue for a while and the road turns to hard packed dirt and gravel. Not too bad. Some bumps. Slow down from 50 to 10-15mph. There has been no road signage.
I don’t know yet if I’m on the right road. There is no service on my phone. Really off grid now. No radio reception either. Road winds around through a few canyons. Cliffs become rougher, higher, more dramatic. Some rocks seem balanced by a hair. Hope you won’t be the unlucky millionth traveler. I hold my breath passing beneath some of the precariously perched boulders. These rocks will fall down. Crumbling process is taking millions of years. Our lives are an instant flash in timeline of Earths crumbling rock faces. Mind boggles. Moment of now is in motion. Live in the now speaks Jack Kerouac.
The truck runs good, pulling well. AC keeping us moist and cool. We are happy rambling into this rocky, difficult wilderness. Embedded in these rocks is a recording of events.
The evidence is still here to be revealed. To study and interpret. The ocean once covered this land. Now we have rigs sucking out oil of life which occurred millions of years ago.
Wow. I wonder if Republicans think this dinosaur science is a hoax, like climate change? Human beings are like insects sucking life forces from other creatures.
Capitalism is winning the day. Cheapest oil wins. Supply and demand.
Those people saying it’s Obamas fault for their communities going under for negotiating a deal with Saudis for cheaper oil; Well you can’t have it both ways. It's capitalism.
You love America, freedom, and capitalism. That’s how it works.
We’ve exported capitalistic philosophy to the rest of the world. Suck it up when it doesn’t go your way. Fracking has come to a stall now. Americas’ oil boom seems short lived. Corporations have no loyalty to people (maybe CEOs)
Many people were making 100,000+ annual incomes for 3-5 years. They ran out and bought houses. Now they can’t pay mortgages. Sad to see town after town where this is evident. If I were king we’d do trade a little different. People would be paid fairly. There would be rewards for being kind, fair, honest, and hard working.
After countless miles of driving 10mph over the dirt bumpy road it turns to perfectly smooth asphalt (oil) pavement. We glide quietly onward toward Nine Mile Canyon (I hope) I notice some mile markers which seem to coordinate with the pamphlet from visitor center. First sign I’m on track. Seems very near Big Daddy Canyon turnoff.
And so my petroglyph search has led me here, to a stunning gallery of rock art nine miles long. So
And I’m the only one here. I wind slowly through the canyon, stopping in the middle of road to take a picture or two. Unbelievable the spreads of petroglyphs. I take all day
to arrive at the end to the most famous panel called The Big Hunt. It has special railing installed and a path leading up. Even benches where one may ponder or change a diaper. After my climax I head south to Nine Mile Canyon campground, hoping it’s still open; not closed for season.
K.Drew
Stayed at Myton Truck Stop. Town is very poor. Oil boom over. Town may fall down. Truck stop only business going. I park RV in front of a boarded up house for the night. People were friendliest I’ve met. Cashier and staff. Grill produced a big breakfast for me.
Headed south searching for start of 9 mile canyon. No signs. I was told it was paved for a while, then turned dirt and somewhat bumpy for several miles. I turn right where I expect the turnoff to be. Barren hills dotted by sagebrush on both sides as far as the eye can see. Oil wells slowly pumping dinosaurs. I count 40, 50, 100. This is BLM land. Public land. Somebodies getting filthy rich pumping oil here. After driving 10 or so miles I stop in the middle of the road.
Haven’t seen one car or truck. Let the dogs out to run. Its so nice not having to leash’em up. We continue for a while and the road turns to hard packed dirt and gravel. Not too bad. Some bumps. Slow down from 50 to 10-15mph. There has been no road signage.
I don’t know yet if I’m on the right road. There is no service on my phone. Really off grid now. No radio reception either. Road winds around through a few canyons. Cliffs become rougher, higher, more dramatic. Some rocks seem balanced by a hair. Hope you won’t be the unlucky millionth traveler. I hold my breath passing beneath some of the precariously perched boulders. These rocks will fall down. Crumbling process is taking millions of years. Our lives are an instant flash in timeline of Earths crumbling rock faces. Mind boggles. Moment of now is in motion. Live in the now speaks Jack Kerouac.
The truck runs good, pulling well. AC keeping us moist and cool. We are happy rambling into this rocky, difficult wilderness. Embedded in these rocks is a recording of events.
The evidence is still here to be revealed. To study and interpret. The ocean once covered this land. Now we have rigs sucking out oil of life which occurred millions of years ago.
Wow. I wonder if Republicans think this dinosaur science is a hoax, like climate change? Human beings are like insects sucking life forces from other creatures.
Capitalism is winning the day. Cheapest oil wins. Supply and demand.
Those people saying it’s Obamas fault for their communities going under for negotiating a deal with Saudis for cheaper oil; Well you can’t have it both ways. It's capitalism.
You love America, freedom, and capitalism. That’s how it works.
We’ve exported capitalistic philosophy to the rest of the world. Suck it up when it doesn’t go your way. Fracking has come to a stall now. Americas’ oil boom seems short lived. Corporations have no loyalty to people (maybe CEOs)
Many people were making 100,000+ annual incomes for 3-5 years. They ran out and bought houses. Now they can’t pay mortgages. Sad to see town after town where this is evident. If I were king we’d do trade a little different. People would be paid fairly. There would be rewards for being kind, fair, honest, and hard working.
After countless miles of driving 10mph over the dirt bumpy road it turns to perfectly smooth asphalt (oil) pavement. We glide quietly onward toward Nine Mile Canyon (I hope) I notice some mile markers which seem to coordinate with the pamphlet from visitor center. First sign I’m on track. Seems very near Big Daddy Canyon turnoff.
And so my petroglyph search has led me here, to a stunning gallery of rock art nine miles long. So
And I’m the only one here. I wind slowly through the canyon, stopping in the middle of road to take a picture or two. Unbelievable the spreads of petroglyphs. I take all day
to arrive at the end to the most famous panel called The Big Hunt. It has special railing installed and a path leading up. Even benches where one may ponder or change a diaper. After my climax I head south to Nine Mile Canyon campground, hoping it’s still open; not closed for season.
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