I admit I don’t have a lot of experience offroading.  Jason had a Jeep and didn’t seem phased by the truck bouncing around, so I kind of just sat in my seat and mentally complained that Chevy had relocated the “oh shit” handle from where it should be to awkwardly forward on the A-pillar on the Colorado.  There’s just nothing convenient to hold on to in that truck! The trail itself started as a gravel road, turned into a rough gravel path and then devolved into what was essentially a dry creek bed with awkwardly sharp rocks and narrow sagebrush sides.

We bobbled along like this for a while, following the meandering creek bed while I mentally cursed the sage brush for scratching the shit out of my pretty little truck.  Eventually, though, we popped out of the brush into a clearing where yellow rock canyon meets the high rock canyon trail.  The yellow rock canyon is 100% as advertised: for some reason the rocks are bright yellow here.  Along with the random yellow coloring, there is also an old building here.  The building was apparently a “garage” for the first settlers moving out here in their Model T’s! I almost feel bad whining about the mild jostling in my modern truck with aftermarket Fox suspension when there were badasses out here in Model T’s!

From this point, the trail starts to narrow back up and the walls of the canyon get progressively steeper.  This is where the true “high rock” canyon starts!