The Great Gallery

 

The next day we hiked The Great Gallery.  It was also the day I decided it was providence that we didn't go hiking in the Wind River Range because I was DYING.  Hiking through the sand is torturous.  I love pictographs though, can you tell???  Leo did not want to do this hike, but he put up with me and went anyway.  After we went and bought some watermelons in Green River and drove to Grand Junction CO where we camped on BLM again, only this time it was an ORV park area and we heard whooping and engines revving till late.  This little spider was there to greet us in the morning.  

This is 7 feet tall.  Crazy eh?

Do you see the road through there?  Neither do I except in patches--but there was one that they drove vehicles across the canyon in the 1920s.