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Lake Powell at Bullfrog

About 20 miles northwest of Hite, we left Utah-95 to move deeper into the relatively recently opened backlands.  This is where we turned southward onto Utah-276 and drove down to Bullfrog basin, one of the main areas developed for visitors to the Glen Canyon Recreational Area and Lake Powell.  Here we found a Visitor Center, a school, a service station, a large boat ramp, a marina, a ferry terminal and a full service campground with hook-ups, wide concrete pads and shade trees on a desert rock and sand base.

This is the western side of Halls Crossing, one of the places pioneers had developed as a crossing of the Colorado River.  Even today the John Atlantic Burr Ferry provides for vehicular crossing of the lake and today both sides of the lake are well developed.  Stay with me and you will learn how that ferry boat got its curiously sounding name.  It's part of the saga of these parts.

Despite, the low water level we were able to savor the enchantment of Lake Powell's blue and orange color scheme.

Looking south across the lake, we get a better perspective of how things are done here.  Where people live, work and play, oases are created.  It gets beastly hot down here at the lake in summer time.  Although this is a remote area it is definitely not primitive.  The lake is full of well-appointed houseboats that make exploring the nooks and crannies of Lake Powell, far from "roughing it."

As we were breaking camp the next morning, the camper next to us with a small boat trailer asked, "Where're ya heading?"  I replied that we were planning to go back to 95 and up to Hanksville.  He said he had come over the Burr Trail.  In my early planning I had considered that.  It seemed like an exciting thing to do with a 4-wheel drive and no trailer.  Trailers were not recommended and road wash-outs were to be expected.  Our neighbor told me about some switchbacks over Capitol Reef, but was confident we would have no trouble.  As I looked at his little trailer I knew he had probably underestimated the weight of our little trailer.  But ....

We drove up to Ticaboo to top off our tank at a fully automated, unmanned service station using plastic money.  Ticaboo marks the place where Cass Hite spent his final years.  Then we returned to the junction with the Burr Trail.  Mary is such a good sport!
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