December 17, 2012
November 30, 2012
November 27, 2012
November 12, 2012
November 10, 2012
The above photo provides size perspective.
Who are these desperadoes? They appear to be on the run. (Actually, Mischief got bored with photography and wandered off toward the water hole. I had to go fetch him.)
November 8, 2012
We parked off the Hans Flat Road and went north, dropping down into Trail Spring Canyon and eventually into the main part of Horseshoe Canyon.
We followed one of the many "outlaw trails" used by rustlers and robbers in the late 1800's and early 1900's. The remote, rugged terrain tended to discourage lawmen.
Matt never went to jail for theft, but he got in major trouble over a shootout with a couple of fellows. Matt was the better shot. Two men died, and Matt was arrested for murder in Vernal, Utah. Butch Cassidy (of the Wild Bunch) heard his old friend Matt was in trouble. He and the gang robbed a bank to provide Matt with money for an attorney. Matt got 5 years in the Utah State Penitentiary for manslaughter. After serving his time, he moved to Price, Utah, where he was elected justice of the peace and became a deputy sheriff. As an older man, he gave up his wild ways except for a little whiskey making and bootlegging. He wrote a book about his exploits, even drawing a crude map to show where he'd hidden out in the San Rafael desert when things got too hot in the more law-abiding areas. Matt died of natural causes at age 74.
Back at the trailer, the horses made themselves at home on a high line. As usual, Boss wanted what Mischief was having. Hay cubes and oats were plentiful for both.
October 28, 2012
October 14, 2012
Poor Daisy had to stay home. No dogs are allowed in the National Monument, more's the pity.