More Trail Tales Reply

From their website: [my article]

For the Fall 2009 issue of Rails to Trails, we asked our readers: What’s the farthest you’ve traveled to reach a rail-trail? 

We certainly hit on an engaging topic, because we haven’t received such a flood of responses in quite some time. Many readers crossed several states, by car, plane or bicycle, to reach a trail and then covered many more miles on the trail itself. In each case, the extra effort of reaching the destination seemed to enrich the appreciation of the trail. We only have space for one response in the magazine, so enjoy these extra stories of dedicated rail-trail explorers below.

Thanks to Karl Wirsing, Communications Manager/Managing Editor, Rails to Trails, Rails-to-Trails Conservancy, for the original article as well as the link above to my story. Read other stories in Karl’s article above by going to the Rails to Trails Fall 2009 Trails Tales PageGood Reads!

Mr. Giraldo’s Ride, Day32 Reply

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Day32HiteThanks to Terry for the elevation map.  He says:

Now he turns South for the entire 140-mile length of highway UT-95 without a town until Blanding. Replacing water may be a consideration for the first 50 miles until Hite Crossing (of the Colorado River) where there may be some services. Hog Springs Rest Area (33 miles, 1800 feet climbing):
AREA Dirty Devil River, Colorado River, Glen Canyon, Lake Powell (40 to 60 miles):
Hite Crossing Campground (51 miles, 4900 feet):
Fry Canyon Roadhouse (75 miles, 8100 feet):
Natural Bridges National Monument Campground (100 miles, 10500)
Blanding (140 miles, 14200 feet):

Have a good ride Mr. G!

Heading to Hite, Utah [from Hanksville] 1

Looking over the “Pathfinders” article  below, Mr. Giraldo may have an uneventful ride to Hite.

Day 25 – Hanksville to Hite

Wednesday June 10, 2009, 53 miles (85 km) – Total so far: 1,131 miles (1,821 km)

bridgeshotcolorao Today we crossed the Colorado River!

It promised to be an easy ride of about 50 miles into Hite from Hanksville and it was easy until the last 14 miles.

I could smell the rain. The road was wet from a previous downpour and the water was still evident on the road. Despite the rain, the countryside was dry and barren. For the first time, since leaving San Francisco, we were not surrounded by mountains. The vegetation was sparse and ground dry and arid.

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