Green River, Wyoming
I was a little iffy on stopping at Wild Horse Canyon Road in Green River, Wyoming because the description I’d read was, “Steep but manageable climb. IT IS MUDDY AND SLIPPERY WHEN WET!!!” I’d been driving through intermittent rain all the way there today, naturally. I can tell you, it doesn’t take much of a grade with a 7,000-pound trailer to make a pickup truck’s rear tires get unhappy as they try to move a combined 16,000 pounds on sand or gravel. If conditions looked bad, I had a rather boring Plan B stop in Little America’s parking lot.
Fortunately for me, the last 20 miles seemed to clear away the rain. The exit I needed was closed for a rebuild, so I got off early and the GPS easily got me to Wild Horse Canyon Road. It’s mostly hardpack dirt, with some areas graveled over. The dirt looked like clay, which really would be greasy when wet. The few gravel spots were washboard and a bit loose, which made it a bad idea to come to a full stop on the long incline. The Ford’s Continentals spun a bit, but I didn’t need to put it in 4WD. Would have been smarter to, though. Those poor tires are ripped up enough as it is from all the gravel climbs I make. My Ford dealer back in Woodstock hadn’t noticed that, but did point out that the remaining tread was on the thin side. The carcasses are solid though, and they hold their air and run cool. All I want is one more year from them. Just one! Oh please!
There were numerous places along the road to pull aside, but nowhere to turn around. After a couple of miles, I made it to these coordinates, which was a fairly level pull-off and a good place to camp. 7,100′ elevation, which meant more cool air. Spore of wild mustangs abounded along the road, and my first glimpse of the campsite was greeted with a couple of wild horses in the distance, too. Grab the telephoto!