This weekend Wes and I took a little break from life and went away. Wes wanted to look for deer on the Paunsagaunt (down by Bryce and Zions) so we drove down and slept in the back of my car- which, by the way, is not quite long enough for Wes. Saturday morning we got up and drove around looking for the huge deer that are supposed to be all over. We didn't see any. After a couple hours we decided to drive into town to put air in my tires. We were driving along a little dirt road when we went down a hill and all of a sudden the sides of the road dropped away.
Of course we had to stop and take a look and throw rocks down. It's called Bull Valley Gorge and it's really deep. While we were standing there another truck drove by and stopped to look. It turns out he was from the area and knew some history. Apparently back in the 60's there was a bridge across the gorge, really just two logs and planks. One day a jeep tried to cross, it was wet and muddy and they ended up sliding off into the gorge. Instead of pulling the jeep out they decided to push dirt on top of it to make a road across. He also said that if we hiked up a ways we could get down into the gorge. So we did! Very cool!
We only got about a third of the way back to the road. Past this point it was all giant mud puddles and we weren't prepared to tromp throught the mud.
After lunch in "town" (anyone been to Tropic before?) we went back to the wilderness. It was a nice relaxing weekend and just the break I needed. Wes wasn't quite as happy with the trip- we only saw one deer.
