So up bright and early one morning we took off, stopped for ice in Escalante where they have a teeny, tiny petrified forest (we had visited it last year) and off into new territory for us. We stopped at the Escalante River where Mac talked to a forest ranger who advised him that the fishing was better on the Calf Creek, and it was. There's a 126 foot waterfall that many people were hiking to, but Mac was after fish and I wanted to paint.
After the fishing we headed back onto Route 12 in search of the Anasazi State Park. Immediately the road started climbing with rather deep drop-offs on the far side of the road. At this point I need to tell you I have a morbid fear of heights, not just a fear, an absolute terror of them. And scenic Route 12 turned into a nightmare. It was just a narrow 2 lane road with little or no shoulders, no guard rails and a sheer drop off on BOTH sides. I was terrified, I began to shake and cry, Mac asked if I wanted to turn around and I said YES! We had to wait for a turn-out and even that scared me, had to close my eyes and not watch while he backed up. Then back down the way we'd come, me crying the whole way.
When we got back to our cabin I Googled The Hogback and found that people either loved this road, found it exhilarating or were terrified by it like me. Like I said, I don't do heights and if I do there had better be guard rails, lots of them, high ones.
|No photos, my eyes were closed. But here's the painting I did at Calf Creek.|