One night after work I decided to explore the desert. I got out of my house at 20:30 and at 21:00 at the Indian Springs Canyon. This canyon lies in the Simpson Mountains, west of the Sheeprock Mountains. Captain James Hervey Simpson, who discovered the desert at the end of the 1850s. On the way out I ran on the Sheepdog on the Shells of the Onaqui Mountain on the Dugway / Lookout Pass. It was at least 150 horses and it had to be very slow and I had to get out of the way. I noticed that the small eastern peaks of the Big Davis Mountains are actually quite high on the valley floor of the Skull Valley East. I finally reached the Pony Express trail and headed west to the Government Creek. In fact, there was a very good flow of muddy water in the bed, and this was the first time he'd ever run.
I went to the north end of the Simpson Valley and watched a number of fascinating roads up at the foot of the mountain to the interesting rocky streets and even the rocks that seemed caves. I went on from Dugway to 19 miles, then went over to Simpson Springs and thought about Chorpenning, Major Egan, James Simpson, Clara Anderson, and all other history of the place as I passed
. A mile west of Simpson Springs and then a fairly decent road to the south and the sign of "Death Canyon 12 miles, Indian Springs 5 miles." I followed this path about 6 miles and looking for a little boost on the west side, which is approx. 70 meters from the main road, on the edge of the slope, which lies above the old attic. What a view on the Desert, the Table Mountain, and the backbone of the North Estuary. I looked at the scene a little, then found out that I was heading south from the Indian Springs road too far.
Then I pulled it north to about 2 miles and I got to an old 2 track that I thought was the way up to the Indian Springs Canyon. I parked the truck, pulled the bike out of the rack, looked at my shoulder in the darkening of the night, and the misty golden desert sky set up by the mysterious rocky provinces, and the Indian Springs sink / canyon east. After I started climbing the east coast, I caused a few swamp deer who were very surprised by my presence. I followed this path of sage and scattered Juniper until I came to a node in a much better and more pronounced way to the north-west. I realized that this new way would be the way to make a choice if I visit this place again. This node was marked with a white rock under the gray dirt and further eastward on the canyon.
I've read reports that a lot of water is present in this canyon and I was frustrated that I went through a mile and a half, still no sign of water in the dusty drainage. During that time, the light of every day disappeared, but the moon was full and there were only a few clouds, so the ambient lighting was very good and I went on. Around the 2 mile signal I heard the water spilled and gurgling. As I continued, I noticed that there was a great tide on the south side of the road. The moonlight will play tricks about depth sensing and altitude / distance estimation, but I would say that this canyon was at least 60 feet deep in places and its bottom was full of water. The road in this area will probably be lost in more than a year due to the huge erosion.
He began to change far beyond the canyon. There were big glasses on the road, then the fords came. The creek crossed the road six times along the road, and four of these crosses were 6 to 40 feet long, and some of them had deep knees. Due to the geology of the desert to the higher canyon, erosion was not too common here, and the water was very cold and clear as it reflected the moonlight, and I saw the stones on the bottom.
I drove into the canyon, I was holding Indians who had to go to this place like Peanum boss, old Tabby, Tintic boss, and others. The Emigrants were also taken into account in the California route, which was said to have gone south to the canyon with trees and water. I thought about Captain Simpson and his expedition, and wondered if this water was in the Champlain Mountains, which saved their lives after the catastrophic crossing of the Sevier Desert and the Keg Hill. And finally, I realized that I was following the same space as Colonel Patrick Edward Connor, the third California pedestrian volunteer on the way to the Salt Lake Valley. In fact, they were Connor's men who first hit the Canyon of Indian Springs and Lee Canyon and Porter Valley. All of these thoughts were on my head as I went through the canyon. Four miles down the canyon in the middle of the 4th, the bicycle chain broke and passed behind me in the stream. I stopped fast and kneeled to my knees in the water. It was warm, so the water really felt good. I broke the creek and evaluated the situation. It was dark for an hour, but there was good light from the moon, the temperature was comfortable, the brake worked well and my tire was in good condition, so I decided to continue. I've been on the bike for the last 2 turns and went to a heavy livestock breeder. During this time the soil was damp in the canyon, there was good grass in the patches, and the water of the river was filled with night air. At this point I looked north and noticed that the western face of the Indian Peaks threatened me. In the moonlight they were well-defined and clean and looked like a powdery / blue color. The canyon opened a little, and I got another fork on the road. I followed the valley because of the water, because I heard that the source of this water was one of the old mines in the mining town of Indian sources.
The road has deteriorated significantly, Falls on all sides of the water. There was a much larger waterway in the southern part of the road, on the backbone. Just as when I wanted to acknowledge the defeat of reaching the Old Town, as the whole place changed to a slippery swampy clutter, I was astonished when I came around a large juniper and saw a ghostly, old-fashioned building. The dark gloomy door and the shadow windows were staring at me Works in pale moonlight. As Louis L & amp; Amour once said, "It was the same gloves as a dead tree." 19459002
Surprisingly, it was not the creeping thing at all. I enjoyed being in the moonlight up to the Indian canyon to the Old Town. I parked on the bicycle on a thick, large patch spot that was abundant in the area and passed over to the old structure and looked into it. It was an old tin building and it was incredibly rusty. There were a number of balloons on the roof that allowed the moonlight to penetrate the thick darkness. I decided I did not enter the old building, but I admired the work of an old steel wrist that had been a door once. I went back to where I was on the bike and looked up to the sky. The stars were absolutely wonderful. The large plate was clear and clear right over the old town.
When the clouds abandoned the moon, it was a terrific appearance. It was like a light switch with a faint switch, and the whole landscape would be dark and then light again. I was totally expecting to see the appearance in the moonlight on the trees, but most of all I tried not to think of such things. Instead, I looked at the catamarans who were waiting for a little snack … ME! And I realized that this was the last hike in the desert that I went unarmed.
I got a little jammed, but the big amount of water, the low light, and the late clock, I did not look for more structures. I got to the bicycle and leaned into the canyon. As I was riding in the canyon, I was aware of the night-tone and smells of the cool canyon-talking of crickets, night birds, and the smell of Big Sagebrush and Utah Juniper. I had to stop my unhelpful bicycle and walk all the rounds that turned my shoes into a dirty mess that had to be missed every once in a while by "Squish" listening, which could be quite annoying. "
I finally got back to my cargo at 10:55 am The whole 8.5-mile adventure took only about 2 hours, much less if my bike did not break I thought I was about 2,000 meters in height I will never forget the Indian resources in the moonlight of May
If you choose to get to one of the many Simpson Mountain Canyon, make sure there are good maps, There is plenty of water and telling someone you will.You can also take a look at the many snake that are in the dark in the night, especially in the summer, and most of the old mines and buildings are probably privately owned and should not be confused. Full loneliness and plenty of water in the middle of the desert