We broke camp and headed East. At the junction we turned South onto Notom-Bullfrog Road to explore the Waterpocket Fold’s Eastern side.
The Henry Mountains dominated the Eastern Skyline with the Red and Yellow formations of the Waterpocket Fold to the West.
In the Strike Valley there are several ridges of different formations running parallel North and South.
It’s really cool looking from a high observation point, if you can find it on Google Earth it’s well worth a look.
We didn’t see much wildlife but there was a lot of deer sign, lizards, and the occasional bull snake on the road.
After thirty-something miles of washboard road there’s a turnoff to the right called Burr Trail.
It is the only road to cross over the top of the Waterpocket Fold.
It’s an impressive set of switchbacks that takes you up to a sage covered plateau where the road continues on to the town of Boulder.
We drove to the top then turned around and went back down to continue our Southerly route.
After the Burr Trail turnoff the valley opened up some and the Henrys loomed large to our left as we came around their southern boundary.
Canyons opened up and showed many different colors and sedimentary formations.
We finally found another sign of life as we stopped to photograph some scenery. We happened to stop right next to a jack rabbit’s hole.
He was determined to go back into his home and wouldn’t run away from us.
That could have had something to do with the 109 degree temperatures that were shining down on us as we neared the lower elevations near Lake Powell. With the ferry not in operation at Bullfrog Marina, we turned North and headed to Highway 95 then took the southeast route towards the town of Hite and the East end of Lake Powell.
It was beautiful views all the way with impressive canyons opening up below us before we descended to cross the Colorado River.
With night creeping up on us we started searching for a place to make camp for the night. We thought we had found a perfect spot, we stopped, cracked open a drink and were prepared to set up the tent, but then they found us.
Gnats! swarming to get into our ears, eyes and nose. I’d have preferred mosquitoes any day. We abandoned that spot and continued down the road until sunset found us coming down into a cottonwood filled canyon with a free campground.
As we settled in for the night the moon rose over the rock wall that the the road cut through as it continued East.
Beautiful without the bugs!