As evidenced by the worn cattle trail, we were parked next to the only water for further than the eye can see.  Muddy as it was, the cows knew where it was and I’m sure were happy it was there.

This is a spot where I pulled off the road to make camp for the night. We were on The Great Western Trail at Grand Staircase – Escalante, a 1.9 million acre national monument in Southern Utah.  I’m not certain but I think I heard Maynard G. Krebs in the middle of the night say “Like nowhere, man!”.

We saw a lot of sagebrush and red dust in Utah.