Three/Moonshine Canyons

Robbers Roost Country, Utah

March 2010

Dave, Jill, Jake

 

Sunrise overlooking the Green River near camp in the Robber's Roost.

It's hard to please everyone, which is exactly the reason I leave that kind of thing to Jill.  She doesn't plan, so my best effort was a few nights camped out in the Robbers Roost.  Jill and I had been here once before and thought it would offer Jake the solitude he was looking for.  He's our new friend from Leavenworth and teaches 160 7th graders science every day.  His desire was to see nobody for several days, which is one of the many things southeastern Utah has to offer. 

We drove Leavenworth to the Roost in one day arriving at 2:00 am on our first night of spring break.  Camping was phenomenal.  The Toyota stayed parked at the end of a four wheel drive road on some slickrock overlooking the La Sal Mountains, Green River and some of the emptiest terrain in the United States.  Three Canyon, which is what this post is supposed to cover was undertaken in one long day.  We walked a couple of hours up the road, dropped into the canyon by rope, and wandered all the way to the Green River exploring each side canyon along the way.  So far the new decade had started out with a string of pathetic ski trips, so it was good to sit down with our whiskey at the end of a long day of walking through the desert.  I sat by the Toyota (God rest its soul) tired and satisfied listening to Jill and Jake try and name the 50 capitals and other such unimportant facts.  Our campfire under a full moon and perfectly still desert air capped a near perfect day.

Before changing our position of perfect solitude for the relative bustle of Indian Creek we explored Moonshine Canyon which turned out to be a short and fun slot.

Rappelling in at the head of Three Canyon.

 

A typical scene in Three Canyon.  The only sporty portion was at the beginning, otherwise the canyon was wide, wet and bushy.  Reminded me of a poor man's Coyote Gulch.

 

An extended stop for lunch.  Some of my best memories of the trip will be good conversation and the stupid games that took the monotony out of our long walks.

 

If I might say, slot canyons can be non-descript.  This one ended memorably at the Green River, followed by a tip-toe and scramble back to our whiskey.

 

Three extraordinary athletes and Moonshine Canyon.