We spent three days here, in part because we were waiting out stormy weather before diving into Grand Gulch but also because we like campgrounds with picnic tables and flushies with heat when it’s storming. After time away from a campground or town, these little things feel like luxuries.
We hiked the trail running along the bottom of the canyon, passing below each of the bridges, scanning canyon walls for ruins and rock art. Tricky to spot was Horse Collar ruins but worth finding. We discovered more wonders when we went scrambling into side canyons.
I also took advantage of the quiet road winding along the canyon rim for late afternoon runs. I felt quite electrified if not a bit nervous on my first run, far from the campground, running straight towards a rapidly approaching winter storm. It was the motivation I needed to pick up my pace and race the storm back to the campground before the sleet reached me. Continue reading “Natural Bridges National Monument”