It's going to sound like I'm bitching but I'm not bitching.
Holy hell!
Escalante is not exactly tourist friendly. You've got to be at least moderately hardcore and prepared for disappointment by the spoonfull. It is the definition of "out in the middle of fucking nowhere!"
We decided to go to the most popular slot canyon hikes (Peek-a-Boo) out on the most popular road (Hole in the Rock) on Tuesday. About twenty miles in, we encountered about twenty-five yards of loose, rutted chalk in the road. The mighty Suzuki balked.
We could go no further.
Backup plan.
Devils Garden.
Pretty cool... and well marked!
Next we decided to try to find Zebra and Tunnel. Two more slightly obscure slot canyons. Not marked. Navigation skills required.
Four hours and one slot canyon later, we make it back to the mighty Suzuki panting, "water, water, water..."
This is a thirst only Tequila could quench.
Sadly, some swine had stolen our limes we left on the table while we were gone!
I suspected an inside job but could illicit no confession.
We pressed on... as all soldiers must.
We tried a blind taste test between Patron and Don Julio.
Out of three tries, Spanky got three out of three right and me and Bruce got three out of three wrong. So there is a difference, and one out of three people can tell what it is!
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