Climbing at Indian Creek- Dirtbag Dreams Adventures
Where do I begin? In the fall there’s always ice on the cars in the mornings. The sun finally makes it over the cliffs by 7:30 am. I crawl out of my nest of sleeping bags and bedding in the…
Where do I begin? In the fall there’s always ice on the cars in the mornings. The sun finally makes it over the cliffs by 7:30 am. I crawl out of my nest of sleeping bags and bedding in the…
August 29th, 2014, HWY 120 Eastbound, 6:30AM. My headlights lit up the trees as I drove in silence that morning. As I was approaching a turnout in the highway with the faint rise of the sun, I had to pull…
Maybe I should have seen it coming when Bruce the NPS ranger at the Canyonlands headquarters in Moab called me to say that our proposed route was impossible. Maybe I should have listened a little more when he said he…