Our second day in southern Utah was spent in Nevada. 🙂 Our group was very fashionably late to breakfast at Golden Corral in St. George where we met with a large group of geocachers for their annual event held the first weekend of March. We picked up some other people after breakfast and decided to head to the Gold Butte region in Nevada. We made a quick stop at Kenny’s house to load some geocaches into our GPS units, but since I didn’t have my laptop I couldn’t load any maps. Due to the spur-of-the-moment nature of the trip I didn’t have a chance to do any research on the area where we were headed and I had little idea what was in store. We had three Jeeps and nine people as we drove past Mesquite and into the desert.
We turned south before reaching Whitney Pocket to look for a couple of geocaches. We DNFed on the first cache but found the second one which said something about petroglyphs in the name. After finding the cache we searched around for petroglyphs and found some that were so-so. I kept pressing on looking for more petroglyphs and was joined by Paul and Eric. We found some kinda interesting petroglyphs near a natural arch, then rounded a corner where I spotted the Falling Man petroglyph! It’s a pretty well-known petroglyph, and I figured there would be more great rock art nearby. We ended up hiking for almost two hours and found hundreds of petroglyphs. It was a great surprise that none of us were expecting!
Back at the Jeeps everyone was waiting for us when we returned. Sherie had found a strange, fuzzy red bug that I found out later was a Red Velvet Mite (we were all a little freaked out by it, not knowing whether it was poisonous). We drove on to Whitney Pocket and visited a dam built by the Civilian Conservation Corps in the 1930s. From there it wasn’t far to the Devil’s Throat sinkhole. The sinkhole was fascinating but there wasn’t much to see there beyond the five minutes it took to walk around it and take in the sights.
Next we drove down Mud Wash to another petroglyph panel. We tried getting to Devil’s Fire (aka Little Finland) before sunset but we didn’t make it. The sun dropped below the horizon while we were finding a geocache called Little Finland, but none of us knew the actual Devil’s Fire location was almost a mile away. I have a feeling we’ll all be back to experience it another time. We drove back in the dark and ate a late dinner at the Pasta Factory in St. George before retiring to Hurricane for a good night’s sleep after a long day.