We'd only driven 1.1 miles before we came to another split; CR 2561 (for another day) continued off to the right; but we took the left hand trail going up, up, up once again.
5/10s of a mile brought us to campsites overlooking South Cottonwood Road. It finally dawned on me, that standing on ledges, and edges of cliffs, has become simply a natural thing to do. Lady Gaga can have her "edge of glory"; I've got the entire county lying below me wherever I go!
At 9.3 miles, CR 254 only goes on for 4/10s of a mile before it dead ends; this poor little county road looks more like a dumping site with garbage strewn on both sides...yes, that is the insides of a washing machine lying there!
Mile mark 9.8 seemed to be a semi-interesting area; huge boulders with "rock art"; lets say the "rock art" is more of the modern rock era, than that of the ancient Native cultures.
The road began a down and around descent into a canyon area, before heading up, up and around...this was so fun!
At mile mark 10.7 a sign informed us that we were now on CR 277/OHV 25; other signs along the way informed us that the road was patrolled, and no dumping was allowed. Too bad this area seems to be frequented by those who cannot read, and obviously not patrolled; piles of debris littered most open areas, including a sofa and broken btables. We entered the streets of Blanding at mile mark 12.8, onto 550 North; turned around and headed back the way we'd just driven. First, to do that canyon run once again, but also to check out the other county roads we'd seen along the way. The day was still young, and we were full of wondrous energy.
Mary Cokenour
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