Arches National Park
1 October 1999



Last time Patrick and I visited Arches it was 107°F (42°C) with 1% humidity and we were on a motorcycle.
Needless to say, we weren't happy bunnies (I remember wailing about having to drive on dark black tarmac).

This time was much better. It was only in the 70s and we were in our trusty truck with all the comforts of home.
 

This here is "Park Avenue" ... you can see the resemblance to a dirty, noisy, hideous city, can't you?


Drive around the corner from Park Avenue, and this is what you see (the rocks to the left are the back of Park Avenue).
This is a 180° view of half of Arches NP. You can't really see the stuff to the north from here. To the south, to the right
of the La Sal mountains and over the Colorado River, is the Slickrock Trail. And that's the trusty truck over there...
 


 
Driving from where the above picture was taken, over towards balanced rock - lots of spiffy rock thingies to peer at.

The Three Gossips...

Balanced Rock


 
 
Chinle!               (hint: it's the greenish rock)
Me, going along...


The “Fiery Furnace”.
 
Parachute man being chased by black birds.

Sand Dune Arch

Spikey twigs!

Broken Arch
I got to run about, while Patrick drove around in the truck. No bicycling allowed in the park, so Patrick's knee stayed inside the truck.
I liked this rock - it looked like a giant bear had come along and taken great scoops out of the side of it with its clawed paw.

Curly tree twig.

Proof that I was there... my shadow

See those tiny pointy rocks off in the distance on the horizon? Those are the rocks we saw at the top of the Klondike Bluff trail. Still can't see that stupid arch they lied about.
... more spikey twigs!

On to "over the Colorado Border".



elsie@calweb.com
12 October 1999