Cirrus2000
05-15-2006, 05:38 PM
Sunday, September 26, 2004 was a beautiful sunny day. It was our second day in Moab (ever!), and my friend Tony and I decided to head to the Gemini Bridges. We pulled into the parking lot around 9:30 AM, and there were only a couple of other vehicles there.
It was a long slog up the road, taking us into the hills, but once we turned the corner the scenery became quite spectacular. Three or four Jeeps passed us as the road leveled out, but other than that we didn’t see anyone until we got to the Bridges.
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On The Road to Gemini Bridges.
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Cool.
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Neat.
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Purty.
There was one nasty sandy bit, followed by a steep stony uphill section where the trail turned up out of Little Canyon. Otherwise the trail was quite pleasant.
Arriving at the Gemini Bridges, it was tough to tell what we were looking at until we got right up close. Approaching from above, you just see a big hole in the ground. As you get closer, you realize what is there, and it’s pretty amazing. I took a photo from one of the bridges, looking at Tony sitting over the chasm at the end of the canyon. He felt a little queasy later when he saw just how big the gulf was below him.
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Tony over the yawning gulf.
I hear that, every once in a while, folks have to clean up the mess below when someone inadvertantly drives off the edge of the bridges in the wee hours. Yikes.
On the return to the parking lot, we stopped at one point and explored some short cliffs on the north side of the road, clambering over the the little ledges, nooks and crannies in the rock, and making the lizards wonder what the hell we were up to. As we rode the trail back, a green snake darted out from one side, and scooted across – it managed to cross between Tony and I, avoiding being run over by the narrowest of margins. Timing is everything.
The most exhilarating part of the ride was coming back down the hill leading to the parking lot. All that work on the way up was worth it, as we hurtled back down, looking over the highway from hundreds of feet above, skittering down over loose rocky curves with tears streaming from our eyes from the wind. Fun stuff!
It was a long slog up the road, taking us into the hills, but once we turned the corner the scenery became quite spectacular. Three or four Jeeps passed us as the road leveled out, but other than that we didn’t see anyone until we got to the Bridges.
http://kev.cirruswebsolutions.ca/moab04/IMG_1852.jpg
On The Road to Gemini Bridges.
http://kev.cirruswebsolutions.ca/moab04/IMG_1855.jpg
Cool.
http://kev.cirruswebsolutions.ca/moab04/IMG_1863.jpg
Neat.
http://kev.cirruswebsolutions.ca/moab04/IMG_1867.jpg
Purty.
There was one nasty sandy bit, followed by a steep stony uphill section where the trail turned up out of Little Canyon. Otherwise the trail was quite pleasant.
Arriving at the Gemini Bridges, it was tough to tell what we were looking at until we got right up close. Approaching from above, you just see a big hole in the ground. As you get closer, you realize what is there, and it’s pretty amazing. I took a photo from one of the bridges, looking at Tony sitting over the chasm at the end of the canyon. He felt a little queasy later when he saw just how big the gulf was below him.
http://kev.cirruswebsolutions.ca/moab04/IMG_1874.jpg
Tony over the yawning gulf.
I hear that, every once in a while, folks have to clean up the mess below when someone inadvertantly drives off the edge of the bridges in the wee hours. Yikes.
On the return to the parking lot, we stopped at one point and explored some short cliffs on the north side of the road, clambering over the the little ledges, nooks and crannies in the rock, and making the lizards wonder what the hell we were up to. As we rode the trail back, a green snake darted out from one side, and scooted across – it managed to cross between Tony and I, avoiding being run over by the narrowest of margins. Timing is everything.
The most exhilarating part of the ride was coming back down the hill leading to the parking lot. All that work on the way up was worth it, as we hurtled back down, looking over the highway from hundreds of feet above, skittering down over loose rocky curves with tears streaming from our eyes from the wind. Fun stuff!