The Abajo Mountains

We came to the desert to hike and convalesce in the heat but then spent days hiking and camping nearly 10,000 feet in the Abajo Mountains in October.

While heat was not to fill our days here adventure certainly did. Away from the mobs and franticness of Moab, Arches National Park and the Needles District of Canyonlands, we enjoyed the places in between, the places lacking obvious beauty and Instagram fame which in turn are the places without people. The places we like to be.

It was here, inside a canyon somewhere in the Abajo Mountains of southeast Utah where we found a little glen of Gambrel oaks. It is nothing special. There are lots of Gambrel oaks in the Abajos but this particular place was in such an enchanting location beside a stream deep in a canyon. We felt pulled to sit. To linger. This was not a spot to merely wander by. Ruby-crowned kinglets fluttered above our heads. Sunlight filtered through twisted branches. A woodpecker rapped. The stream babbled. We wandered here without a trail, without a destination, without even a topographic map. We let ourselves be led by curiosity and, as always, our curiosity did not lead us astray.