It was time to go back to Steen’s Mountain to view the fall colors. We took the wild and steep south route on the way up. From South Steens Campground it is no more than a half mile to the sign warning you about the roughness of the road. From the sign to the end of exciting part of the trip it is about 5 miles but it takes you about an hour to negotiate it and you don’t mind one bit. You are too busy watching where you are going and checking out the scenery. We had lunch in a shady spot overlooking the Big Indian Gorge. Great place to sit, relax, and take in the scenery.
After lunch we reached the summit and spent 30 minutes looking over the edge. It was sunny and the wind was not too bad so we could enjoy ourselves. Saw no bighorn sheep, though. I hope to see some one day.
About a mile or two down from the summit we turned onto a small road that I had heard of and started for an area of old cabins that sit on the rim of Little Indian Canyon. I had heard of it and wanted to check it out. The road was a narrow dirt track that headed east. There were a few rocks that I had to avoid but we had no troubles. Then the road turned south and started to wind downhill toward the canyon. The road became rougher and even narrower as it dropped into the Aspens. Their trunks were all twisted and scared from the snows and winds of winter and were starting to turn color. It was getting interesting both for the flora and the road. I was starting to get nervous about the height of the rocks and their relationship to the oil pan of the Suburban. I put the tires on some of them to avoid doing any dragging. My passengers were more in favor of turning around than discovery so we stopped and scouted a place to reverse direction. I backed up the road about ¼ mile to a place that I could “gee haw” the rig around and head back up the way we came. Another day………….
After lunch we reached the summit and spent 30 minutes looking over the edge. It was sunny and the wind was not too bad so we could enjoy ourselves. Saw no bighorn sheep, though. I hope to see some one day.
About a mile or two down from the summit we turned onto a small road that I had heard of and started for an area of old cabins that sit on the rim of Little Indian Canyon. I had heard of it and wanted to check it out. The road was a narrow dirt track that headed east. There were a few rocks that I had to avoid but we had no troubles. Then the road turned south and started to wind downhill toward the canyon. The road became rougher and even narrower as it dropped into the Aspens. Their trunks were all twisted and scared from the snows and winds of winter and were starting to turn color. It was getting interesting both for the flora and the road. I was starting to get nervous about the height of the rocks and their relationship to the oil pan of the Suburban. I put the tires on some of them to avoid doing any dragging. My passengers were more in favor of turning around than discovery so we stopped and scouted a place to reverse direction. I backed up the road about ¼ mile to a place that I could “gee haw” the rig around and head back up the way we came. Another day………….
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