Wild Horse Canyon Road
The long climb up from Green River, Wyoming tends to get one’s heart and spirit a’thumping.
I had partially forgotten the sensation of driving up Wild Horse Canyon Road’s 1,300′ climb above Green River, Wyoming’s 6,100′ elevation. That’s enough to drop temperatures several degrees, and enough to make life very comfortable for heat-generating persons such as myself. The main climb is gravel over dirt, and four thoughts kept churning in my mind during the ascent. The first was that Wild Horse Canyon Road is almost exhilarating to drive up, since the views presented during the unrelenting climb are impressive. The second thought was of course wondering if I’d once again see any wild horses. Were the two I saw last year a fluke? Third, the road itself prompts a mental note to take the descent seriously when I leave. The Ford’s brake module failure has decreased the amount of braking that the trailer alone can contribute. That alone is unlikely to pose a problem, but a wet descent could. Fourth, the slow climb, rough in many places, was such a crawl as to prevent locking up the torque converter. “I hope it’s okay with this long a period of stress”, I thought to myself. The trans temp itself stayed unmoved from normal. You don’t need to know anything about torque converters to appreciate this concern, because all you need to know is that they are expensive to be replaced. Near the top, it occurred to me to put ‘er in 4WD Low, to ease the strain, and that worked out great. Fortunately, the first two thoughts dominated the others, and near the top of the initial climb, I was rewarded with the distant sight of a small herd of horses grazing upon a hilltop.
I guess they don’t call it Wild Horse Canyon Road for nothin’!
Once again, I’m caught with my telephoto down! Each horse had a different level of concern about my approach, but I was so far away that all stayed put.
Thus rewarded, I pressed on. One campsite commentator promised, “Numerous boondock pullouts along the entire 30-mile stretch”, so I decided to go past Read more…
knock it off and take my shoe to it. Would you? I’d be twenty minutes cleaning up the mess. Plus, the large “industrial” spiders that I’m familiar with, the ones that sometimes live above ceiling tiles in offices, are very aggressive and can jump a considerable distance. Hmmm. Never saw one of these, but it appeared to react quicker than its size would indicate. So, I drew upon my minimal resources of courage and held a large glass pasta storage jar under it while I knocked it off with the 18-inch grill fork my daughter had given me. I just knew I’d be using that here! Clink! It fell into the jar and I walked it 50 yards away near a bush, hoping it won’t find its way home again. I wonder how it got in. I guess the underside of the trailer isn’t as well-sealed as I thought.
Strolling Amok 