Fantasy Canyon
We were staying at the Split Mountain Campground in Dinosaur National Monument and the critters were relentless. The chipmunks would jump up next to you on the picnic table while you ate, and get into your stuff if you weren't looking. We all paid the price, and Julie paid first by getting a varmint in her Jeep. She went to Vernal to get traps and planned to meet us later, while the rest of us slowly wandered off to Fantasy Canyon.
We weren't sure what to expect, and the long drive out there was definitely unexpected. There were oil rigs everywhere and not a single tree, but it had its charm. We even saw some Pronghorn on the way, which was cool. It was getting hotter by the minute, and when we got to the large parking area it was already pretty toasty. No one was in a hurry, and Julie caught up with us before we ever even started walking around the weird rocks. Luckily, her Jeep visitor was in a bag and she was able to get rid of it without using traps.
The rocks were definitely weird. You can see shapes and things in them, and there are little tags next to a lot of them that say what you're looking at. Most of us wandered in a little ways and then came back, but a few did the entire loop. It isn't long, and it's definitely weird.
It was kind of a relaxing and uneventful morning. Our next trail wasn't nearby, so we packed everything up again and headed off to McCoy Flat.
