Little Wild Horse

On our way to Kanab from Moab, Brian and I decided we needed to make a stop for a relatively short adventure, so we headed towards Goblin Valley State Park to check out a non-technical slot canyon called Little Wild Horse.

The canyon started out wide, with us walking through a big dry wash section until the canyon split into two directions. Going to the left would take us to Bell Canyon, but staying to the right would put us into Little Wild Horse Canyon.

Almost as soon as we made the right turn, the canyon began to get significantly narrower with high walls of pink and red and orange walls surrounding us. Layers of sandstone documenting thousands of years swirled over and around in every direction, creating a variety of unique shapes and patterns on the surface of visible rock.

No sooner would the canyon become so narrow that I squeezed and bounced between the walls – like the slow-motion action of a drop of water in a flash flood – than it would become wide again and branch off into smaller offshoots from the main canyon. I can only imagine this may be similar to what an ant experiences exploring the craggy bark of a 109 year old cottonwood tree.

We made our way to the end of the canyon and turned back, returning to the trail head just in time for lunch before hitting the road again. One of the great things about having a traveling home is that the kitchen is always with you and, lucky for me, one of Brian's Backcountry Crafting specialties is creating amazing meals.

He made us a wonderful lunch to compliment our stroll through a marvelous canyon, and as soon as we were done feasting we cleaned up, got back in the truck, and continued our drive further southwest in the vast desert wilderness of Utah.