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South Cedar Ridge

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South Cedar Ridge

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South Cedar Ridge

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Well, on the long Memorial Day weekend of 26 May 07, I had a tough time deciding what to do.  Tracy

was going to be out of town and couldn't find anyone else to go backpacking with me.  The snow was

still too deep in the mountains.  The weather was already too hot in the southern canyons.  And I didn't

feel like spring hiking in the grizzly country of Yellowstone by myself.  So I didn't know where to go.  I

finally settled in South Cedar Ridge Canyon (Google Map) about halfway between Salina and Richfield

in the Fishlake National Forest.  I figured this was halfway between the heat of the south and the snow

of the north, so it would be a good compromise.  I got to the trail on Saturday morning, and there was

no one else there...this was a good start.  But then I immediately had to cross the snow melt swollen

river.  But it wasn't too bad...yet.  The trail was flat, and that was nice.  But the canyon was pretty

uninteresting, consisting primarily of pinon and juniper trees.  I learned that those trees irritate me the

most.  Typically in the desert when you don't have any shade, it means that you can at least see

forever.  Or in the woods, when you can't see far, at least you have shade.  Pinon and juniper trees,

however, are like the worst of both worlds: too short for shade, but too tall for views.  So I was hot.  But

the heat was broken up by LOTS of river crossings.  I hiked in 3 miles and crossed the river 14 times.

And remember it was typically about 2 feet deep, which meant I was getting wet.  Well, eventually the

sky started to cloud up and I was worried that if it rained the river would swell a lot more, and I would

never be able to make it out.  After 3 miles I was only about halfway up, and I had already made 14

crossings.  I didn't feel good about.  Not only that, in that 3 miles I hadn't found one decent campsite,

so I didn't know how far I would have to go for a campsite, either.  So I chickened out and turned

around.  I wasn't really enjoying the views or heat of the hike, anyway.  I made it back to the truck, and

there still wasn't anybody out there.  I did find two geocaches out there, and that was cool.  I even

found one of them with no GPS signal...that was a first for me.  After getting back to the truck, I

decided t find a trail in the mountains and just deal with the snow.  So I drove up through the mountains

west of Price.  There were some nice mountains back in there, but the requisite Memorial Day family

camp out rednecks had already overrun everything.  I eventually headed back home is disgust.  But I

woke up Sunday morning and said, screw it, I'm heading to the Uintas, screw the snow and the people.

I got two miles down the road and my check engine light came on.  Well, my plan called for driving four

hours, an hour of which would be on a dirt road.  I didn't feel good about doing that by myself when my

truck might die on me.  So I turned around to wait for something to open so I could figure out what was

wrong with my truck.  But this was a Sunday in Mormon country, and Memorial Day weekend on top of

that, so by 1 pm I realized nothing was going to open.  So I headed up to the Great Western Trail on the

edge of town to dayhike it some.  I was actually pleasantly surprised.  The trail was nicer than I

expected, and there weren't many people around.  I found another geocache, and just enjoyed the

sunset.  I went back home, spent that night in the emergency room (don't worry, I didn't die), and then

spent Memorial Day trying to recover from my crappy weekend.  So, what did I learn?  Stick to

Yellowstone on Memorial Day.  The northern end is usually snow free, and there aren't crowds in the

backcountry.