After my long weekend in southern Utah, I took a relaxing break at home for a weekend and then set out for another three-day weekend and did some tough but rewarding hikes in the southern Horseshoe Canyon area. Day one consisted of two hikes: Bluejohn Spring and the Millard Canyon Trail, for a combined total of seven miles. Alan rode with me in the Jeep and we were joined by Mike and Layne in a Land Rover for the drive from Price. We met Wade close to the start of the hike. We parked on the side of the road on Robbers Roost Flats and hiked east to Bluejohn Spring, where we were fairly certain we’d find some old cowboy names etched into the sandstone. It was about a mile across flat desert to the spring, which is in Bluejohn Canyon just above the start of the famous slot canyon. The spring itself was pretty weak with just a tiny trickle that dried up after a short distance.
We did find some inscriptions, including Jim Warner 1917, E.D. Leavitt, Joe Biddlecome, and one that I couldn’t make out from the late 1800s. There was also a lot of Indian sign around. Unfortunately there was no rock art, but there was some lithic scatter all over and one spot with a huge concentration of chert flakes. On top of a cliff above the spring I found a deep, circular hole that looked man-made, and right next to the spring was a mano (used for grinding grain).
We hiked back to the vehicles then drove to our camp spot on the east side of Twin Corral Flats, near the rim of French Spring Fork. Paul had a lot farther to drive, coming from northern Utah, and he met us at camp before we set out for an afternoon hike. Our goal was to use the Millard Canyon Trail (also called Outlaw Trail) to drop below the Orange Cliffs (also referred to as “Under the Ledge”). There are relatively few breaks in the Orange Cliffs and most of them were used to get livestock from the high plateaus into the valleys and canyons of what is now Canyonlands National Park and Glen Canyon National Recreation Area. The hike started out with a gentle descent until reaching a cliff band. Once below the cliff band our route turned south and followed a shelf between two very tall cliff bands. The shelf was narrow in places and wider in others, and we saw signs of a constructed stock trail in a few spots. Eventually we came to a spot where a steep, long, rocky talus slope penetrates the lower cliff band and leads down into Millard Canyon.
Upon seeing the talus slope, nobody except Wade wanted to venture lower into the canyon (I was saving my legs for the following day’s hike). He’d read about a large boulder there with cowboy inscriptions on it, so he dropped his pack and scrambled down to check it out. Alan waited at the top of the slope for Wade while the rest of us made our way further along the shelf toward the southern exit point. I stopped a few times while climbing back up the ledges to look for Wade and saw him jogging down in the canyon. Paul and I hiked out together while Layne and Mike went ahead. We got back to the road and had to hike just over a mile back to the Jeep, and we met Layne and Mike as they were driving back toward camp. They offered us a ride to the Jeep but it was so close that we chose to keep walking. We hopped in the Jeep and drove back down the road, and only had to wait a few minutes before Wade and Alan appeared over the ridge leading up from Millard Canyon. From there we drove back to camp and hit the sack early so we could be rested for the next day’s long hike.