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Fish and Owl: Bears Ears XXIX

Posted on May 30, 2025 by lasthouseob1

2024-06-02

I’m continuing our series into Bears Ears National Monument in southeastern Utah. We’re looking for places to bivouac, set up camps near destinations and then get earlier starts on hikes.

We couldn’t leave our last camp soon enough because of gnats and the afternoon heat.  The harsh part of Summer isn’t far off. The plan is to situate in higher elevations and the better weather, climbing to suit our lack of suits. We’ll need a place to stay to get an early start near a trailhead, which leads to a ruin that we intend to explore.

A camping spot is found near a very fun old wooden bridge.

The solid old conveyance is filled with character, there are trees for shade and a dry creeks ambiance, maybe cool air will flow down the wash as evening passes.

The spot should suit our needs, but now we need another spot in proximity to Bridges National Park, our hike for the morning. Fish and Owl sounds like a good spot. There is a Ranger Station nearby. Our information is sparse at this point and they will help.

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Oversite Canyon Day II

Posted on May 17, 2025 by lasthouseob1

2023-09-28

We’re in the foothills of the Huachuca Mountains camping and exploring.

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Monarch

Posted on April 29, 2025 by lasthouseob1

Bears Ears XXVIII

2024-05-31

We’re here in Bears Ears National Monument in southeastern Utah. We have backtracked to Monarch, where we think the Monarch Canyon trail is, after getting misdirected and lost.

An old peaceful looking, Santa appearance of a guy is walking down the two track road with a tall Gandalf-like walking stick. Perhaps Santa is on vacation. He smiles and affirms that we are in the correct spot.

At the trailhead, the off duty wizard has a fun little trailer with a generator humming.

We stop for lunch. While we munch, the New Mexican couple show up. We’re glad that they are not still wandering lost. They comment on the two oddly placed pieces of wood that showed us the way out. They too are grateful. (See the previous post: “LOST Looking for Monarch”)

We slip down the steep sandy slope which walls the riparian area where called the Comb Wash flows.

We let them go ahead, so we can follow at a distance nude. We will take our time and make more distance from them, as we go along and better savor the trail.

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LOST Looking for Monarch

Posted on April 18, 2025 by lasthouseob1

Bears Ears XXVII

2024-05-31

Well, sometimes ya get into a skunk of a mess….

We are looking for one of “the Combs” canyons in Southeastern Utah.  This one leads up into the grand Monarch Ruins.

We are not sure today. We have notes and a rough drawn map with some mileage written on it. I have done the math to reverse that mileage, as we came from the other direction. The Buttler Wash Road is just a graded dirt route, not even a good place to take a motorhome, or low sedan. There are several side unmarked two track jeep trails branching off of it. They generally head toward the Comb Ridge, where a significant landmark, or at least a canyon can be seen in the distance. Today, we’re not so sure, but we’ll try the most likely candidate, by my reckoning.

When we arrive at the end of this dirt road, there is no apparent trailhead, but as we are eating a lunch snack, a couple with New Mexico plates pulls up in another slot in the overgrown desert bushes. We slip on some coverings and casually stroll over to ask them if their information shows this as the way to Monarch. They give the affirmative. We are encouraged, but in the back of my mind, I can’t see that they have any resources better than ours. They are going off of an internet website on a cell phone. None the less, we decide to tag along, safe in numbers.

They think that a trail down a steep slippery sandy slope is the route. I’ve seen these slots in the sand made by cattle and have doubts, yet we will allow ourselves to defer to them. They seem to know where they are.

I get more doubts at the bottom of this 20 ft. drop-off. The trail is like a tunnel through the thickets.

When I start to have to bend over, it gets suspiciously like a cattle trail, just at about a cows back’s height. Still, this is better than any route that we have found, so far.

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Oversite Canyon Day I Pt3

Posted on April 12, 2025 by lasthouseob1

2023-09-27

We took a hike and sat in a meditative session in a canyon in the Huachuca Mountains, this day. That story can be found here and in Part2:

Oversite Canyon Day I

After the day’s wandering, we ponder about the mysteriously weird behavior of those two intrusive guys. They had parked down the road at the base of the turnoff to our camp, but we aren’t sure what drew them to park there. Perhaps they left clues.

The day still feels young, even though it is winding down. We can see that the sun is nearer to setting, as we look through the tree’s canopy. We decide to take a stroll in this idyllic weather. It will be a short walk before eating. We won’t need anything, just shoes to glide over the loose sticks and stones…and a camera.

The two track road rambles through the taller trees. It gently waves up and down to the dictates of the contours of the little ravines that head toward the creek bottom at the center of the canyon.

It is not long before we are at the intersection, and then soon there is a turn off heading downhill, or downstream toward a wood stack rail fence. It looks rustic and authentic. Long pieces of mesquite have been stacked in between two posts of similar material. It has been a corral. It is still together. The tire tracks of the two guy’s SUV lie in a patch of dust.

We begin to explore, to see if the ranching still functions. It is capable, but not being used today. We mosey across the tall grass fields to see what is there. From here, we can see in the distance from the base of this pair of canyons confluence. For miles, the easy slope of the bajada fans out before us.

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Oversite Canyon Day I Pt2

Posted on April 6, 2025 by lasthouseob1

2023-09-27

We are up a favorite canyon in the Huachuca Mountains. We just explored an old homestead in ruins, speculating about life here a long time ago. Now, we’ll learn a little more about those days.

Just a bit further, there is a water source in the creek bed.

It is now thick in reeds, a lovely riparian spot.

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Oversite Canyon Day I

Posted on April 3, 2025 by lasthouseob1

2023-09-27

We’re heading down to the Huachuca Mountains again. This time not up high on the spine, but nestled down below in the foothills of scrub oak forests. We’re looking for a short retreat away from it all in a remote canyon.

Near the turnoff, the Border Patrol has a couple of fellows in custody as we drive by. This has always been a smuggling corridor. Lots of propaganda has been created in recent years about bands of thieving murdering alien people along the border. Contrary to the media ingrained fear, smugglers are busy with their own business, wishing to be in stealth and those whom they guide are focused on a better life and getting out of the border region as soon as possible. They avoid everybody. I’d suppose that our desire for minding our own naked business with stealth corresponds in some ways. A better life is many things to many people.

The old two track road into the hills is looking very ragged.

It has been a while and I don’t feel familiar with it. I decide to turn around and try a quiet spot that I know. It will be a longer walk, but seems just right today.

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Growing Up Confused

Posted on March 3, 2025 by lasthouseob1

Our cultures teach in overt and subtle ways. The lessons learned don’t always serve us well. It can be difficult to escape the ingrained. Perhaps you’ll find this relatable.

I grew up being taught that unclothed was sexually stimulating. I grew up being taught that my casual nudity as a child was insignificant, but not wearing clothing was naughty. I was taught that we must conform to social norms, which were even more extreme back then. Women were wearing white gloves and males of all ages were in suit and tie. All were acting a part, when shopping and even visiting in each other’s homes.

It was naughty to be naked when the parents weren’t watching. It was liberating and titillating. By the time that I no longer needed a babysitter, feeling secretly naked was done doing cartwheels.

Images of forbidden nudity increased its sexuality, yet living in Paris, with its art, or Follie Berger, I was receiving an incongruent message.

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Pillow Rocks

Posted on February 21, 2025 by lasthouseob1

Bears Ears XXVI

2024-06-02

We’re in Southeastern Utah, camped out near the Butler Wash, alone and free.

The sand around camp is cool and refreshing on bare feet. Soles meet mat-like substrata. Sound and wind is dead still. The Sun is still behind a hill to the east. The light of dawn tells us that the golden glow is nearly ready to burst out, as it rises. In time, there is a slight breeze, a push by the new warmer air, a micro-warm front. I hear the cottonwood trees rustle lightly. Across the valley, the barren ridge is taking on the luminescent colors of the sky.

Then I notice that rumble in the air in the distance. Will it build, or will it occur and go away. I decide to let the mind quiet. With that exercise, the wind also quiets, once again. I smile at a little voice inside, “Purr-fect.”

Last evening, we took a walk to see where this road leads. It brought us to a surreal landscape on the ridge on top of the cliff to the south of camp. On the way, we saw some other unusual geology on the side of the road and later, from above, it became evident that that was a part of a field of other different unusual forms.

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Surreal Mystery

Posted on February 16, 2025 by lasthouseob1

Bears Ears XXV

2024-06-01

We had been up early, hiked the canyon and visited the Fish Mouth cave and ruins, here in southeastern Utah. Visiting the ruins was enriching. Afterwards, we spent the heat of the day, relaxing and resting from our excursions.

The afternoon was spent listening to the sound of insects, while we rested and waited for the air to cool off again. The sun has been getting more and more uncomfortable in the afternoon. The desert is getting hotter. Without clothing, this warmth feels good, but as the seasons change, it will become to feel like too much of a good thing.

We now know that this being comfortably naked in the heat of the day won’t last long, because the Weather Service says that it will get hotter Thursday.

When the time comes, before dinner, we have decided to explore the area around camp and the road behind us. For miles around, there are no other people. None have been seen driving on the so called main road, all afternoon. It is a desolate looking conveyance which dips so much that it is a motor homes nightmare. There are pockets of deep dust that would swallow the tires of a conventional sedan.

Main Road

We are around a half mile back on a tributary to that that appears to go to nowhere in particular. There is no concern to keep nearby cover-ups around, let alone any clothing. We can go for an unburdened walk as far as we care without concerns.

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