August 10, 2016
The sun was out and I was definitely not in the mountains anymore. The air was dry and I felt like a brittle clay pot sitting in the kiln. I drove about half way into the park on the bumpy broken roads and parked along side a large clay mound. I grabbed my water and started hiking. It reminded me of the Grand Canyon, when I was hiking out of the lower bowl. While the trails here were not vertical, the sun still hit me hard. After walking a couple of miles, I decided to turn back. Such beautiful country. The hills and ledges continued on for what appeared to be a hundred miles. I was marveling at the thought while I wrung the sweat out of my soaked cotton shirt. It was time to grab some lunch and then explore the rest of the park.
It was time to keep moving east. I had a long drive ahead of me still and knew that I couldn’t spend the entire day exploring. My plan was to get to Michigan by the 13th in order to stay with part of my family at a resort on Lake Michigan called The Homestead.
With such a long drive ahead over the next two days I decided to get as far as I could before pulling over to pass out. Just had to pick up a few provisions from the ol’ town store before pulling the wagon out-of-town.
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