Sheep's Bridge

This swimming hole is in the town of Virgin. Virgin is on SR-9 a few miles outside of Zion and has this in it.

This creepy bookstore/post office is the setting of a reoccurring nightmare I used to have where I got stabbed to death in there. We went to it once to see if knowing what it actually looked like inside would help. It just made the dreams more accurate. Fortunately, the place we went to today is not nearly so creepy.

Sheep's Bridge is just an old bridge where they used to charge farmers to use it to get sheep across the Virgin River. A little ways up, the gorge widens into a swimming hole.

Its the little thing in front of the bigger bridge.

We didn't get lost today for an hour trying to find it. Unlike Florida rivers, we didn't have to worry about running into water moccasins or alligators. There was no flash floods that I always have an irrational fear about. Just floating down the river with Zion in the background. Not a bad day.

Directions: (Exactly 5 miles past the LaVerkin Maverik)

1. Turn right after Desert Garden Estates subdivision on Sheep Bridge Rd. If you make it to the touristy little western town (Fort Zion), you've gone too far. 

2. It's .7 miles past the turn off from SR-9. Turn up through this open gate to the parking area.

Grand Canyon- South Rim

We wanted to take a long distance trip somewhere, and our original plan was to go to Casa Bonita (the Mexican Disneyland of course) up in Denver.

But then we realized how long a 9 hour trip both ways was. So instead we went to the Grand Canyon. 5 hours of desert, empty wooden stands that usually are full of Navajo blankets and tacos, and more desert. Until you come upon this right on the side of the highway about 2 hours in.

A lady in the 1930's car broke down on the side of the road, and she just set up shop right there. I don't know how she got food and water, but for some reason more people showed up. Soon there was a little village of Depression-era hippies who could apparently live on dust and dirt alone.

Three more hours to go!

When you get to the Grand Canyon, it's important to have someone with you to remind you that it's just a "decently sized hole in the ground". It will help you keep your perspective.

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Grafton Ghost Town

The nicest, most non-threatening ghost town ever. What else is prettier than a town built on beautiful green fields with huge red cliffs on both sides of them?

It actually wasn't that great of a place to live in at the time. The first attempt to build Grafton was in 1859 when Brigham Young sent young families on 'cotton missions' to southern Utah to build settlements and try to grow cotton. It was successful a little further southwest in Santa Clara, but the first attempt in the Zion area, Wheeler, was washed away in a night after a week long flood in 1862.

Wheeler was moved a mile upstream and renamed Grafton, and within 2 years there were 28 families and 168 people. After multiple floods that eroded their fields, Navajo attacks, and a disease outbreak, the town was completely abandoned by 1930. For some reason, people thought moving to Rockville across the river would be better, even though the town is built right underneath a cliff with many, many unstable boulders, and things like this happen. I guess you have to decide which is worse, death by an Indian raid, or death by a massive boulder falling on you as you're eating dinner. They just couldn't win.

To get there, pay attention to the right hand side of SR-9 through Rockville. There's a sign that points toward Grafton right behind an older house. Turn down that road and cross this one-car bridge. The road turns into gravel soon after this point.

The road will curve back west, following the Virgin River. You'll pass a lot of green pastures where cows and hippies usually hang out in the summer. After maybe half a mile, you'll come upon the Grafton Cemetery. You can go in and look at the worn headstones. Fortunately there's a plaque that tells you who is under each stone. A portion of the 84 people buried at least. The southeast corner is reserved for members of the Paiute tribe that became friends with the residents. In 1866, thirteen people died from Navajo attacks and a diphtheria epidemic. There's also two graves for 14 and 13 year old girls that died after the swing they were on broke. I think that sounds like a cover-up. Trekker says people were just more fragile back then. You decide.

Follow the road further west and you end up where the main part of town used to be. The first building you come to is the school house. Built in 1886, it was used also for church and social events.

Next to it is Alonzo Russel's house. He had 4 wives, so understandably he needed a larger house to deal with that kind of chaos.

He even built his third wife, Louisa, a log cabin across the road. You can walk through the cabin and think about how bad raising 6 kids in a 3 room cabin with a low ceiling would be.

It's really a place worth finding if you're out by Zion. Plus you can tell people you've been where they filmed a part of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, that'll impress them.