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Posted On: June 9th 2026, 05:18 pm
UUT (Days 7-9)
Made a deviation from my B-line to the deep creeks up north to Callao, a tiny ranching town at the south edge of the GSL desert, simply because I was out of water and I knew of a liminal spigot outside the Juab county transportation garage, and that they somehow have LTE there. It’s the good kind of water with tons of minerals so when you chug it, you feel like you just ate a meal—plus my water filter is 90% broken and filtering everything I’d need in the canyon hours later totally parched would have been an effort. Kept it mildly snappy because I made plans to meet @hikermeng up granite creek trailhead later that day. When I arrived, he had already set up camp. It was earlier in the afternoon than I had anticipated, so luckily he was down to hike Ibapah peak that evening rather than the next morning as we had discussed. Keep forgetting all of these peaks are huge, hard to get away without 10 miles and 5k’ of gain. Got back to camp just before dark where Andrew whipped up a couple of the best steaks I’ve ever had and all I had to do was sit down and drink beer. Next morning before I left he was making us coffee/breakfast and handed me a tinfoil brick full of homemade choc chip cookies for the road. Thank you again friend, that turned one of the top 3 logistically most stressful stretches of the trip into a weenie hut jr camp. The next day I peacefully underestimated the distance down snake valley to the Nevada border inn— thank god for the extra food and another blessed spigot at the west desert school in Partuon. Spent the night inside and had breakfast at the bar next to the slot machines before a bigger push back across the west desert going the other way, almost entirely on dirt. Route was: crystal peak pass (confusion/N wah wah ranges), down near the sevier lake bed, over iron mine pass (cricket/frisco ranges), descending into Milford, then around the minerals through minersville. Saw a trio of sweet wild horses who were v curious about me. My god the wind was absolutely RIPPING— music/pods impossible. Blue collar day 5sure. Rode into the dark to Greenville, thoughts of another shower and bed to sleep in were my motivation. Ahead of sched
Made a deviation from my B-line to the deep creeks up north to Callao, a tiny ranching town at the south edge of the GSL desert, simply because I was out of water and I knew of a liminal spigot outside the Juab county transportation garage, and that they somehow have LTE there. It’s the good kind of water with tons of minerals so when you chug it, you feel like you just ate a meal—plus my water filter is 90% broken and filtering everything I’d need in the canyon hours later totally parched would have been an effort. Kept it mildly snappy because I made plans to meet @hikermeng up granite creek trailhead later that day. When I arrived, he had already set up camp. It was earlier in the afternoon than I had anticipated, so luckily he was down to hike Ibapah peak that evening rather than the next morning as we had discussed. Keep forgetting all of these peaks are huge, hard to get away without 10 miles and 5k’ of gain. Got back to camp just before dark where Andrew whipped up a couple of the best steaks I’ve ever had and all I had to do was sit down and drink beer. Next morning before I left he was making us coffee/breakfast and handed me a tinfoil brick full of homemade choc chip cookies for the road. Thank you again friend, that turned one of the top 3 logistically most stressful stretches of the trip into a weenie hut jr camp. The next day I peacefully underestimated the distance down snake valley to the Nevada border inn— thank god for the extra food and another blessed spigot at the west desert school in Partuon. Spent the night inside and had breakfast at the bar next to the slot machines before a bigger push back across the west desert going the other way, almost entirely on dirt. Route was: crystal peak pass (confusion/N wah wah ranges), down near the sevier lake bed, over iron mine pass (cricket/frisco ranges), descending into Milford, then around the minerals through minersville. Saw a trio of sweet wild horses who were v curious about me. My god the wind was absolutely RIPPING— music/pods impossible. Blue collar day 5sure. Rode into the dark to Greenville, thoughts of another shower and bed to sleep in were my motivation. Ahead of sched
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