In a pretty spur of the moment decision, I decided to take off this weekend on a little solo adventure to California. The plan was to arrive in Cali via Death Valley, make my way up to Mount Whitney, then up to Yosemite, and hit up Great Basin on the way back through Nevada to Park City… in four days. But well, for reasons I will divulge later, it has become a three-day excursion in southern Utah. I spent Saturday night camped on some sandy BLM land outside Zion. Did you know you have to take a bus through Zion from April through October? I didn’t. Anyway, after realizing it was kind of stupid to bother camping in Zion for a few more days, I cruised this sandy BLM land for a nice, secluded campsite. I went too far though and ended up in an area so sandy I knew I had to turn around. But well, in turning around, I got stuck… bad. Take my advice, don’t try to get out of the sand like you would the snow. Anyway, luck was on my side and help was not far. Thanks to some kind strangers named Austin and Mick, my car was free in about an hour. We scrounged for rocks, dug Sarah Jr. out of the sand, jacked up my car, and neatly paved my way out of there. I found out later we could have just let some air out of the tires, but oh well. Completely covered head to toe in sand, mud, and dirt, I made my way back through the sandy roads that weren’t nearly as deep as where I got stuck. I found a nice little campsite along the river and set up camp where I stayed until this morning when I headed further south. As always, photos…
