Utah Photo Adventure, Part 7 - Caineville, UT

 (NOTE: This is the seventh in a series of posts about a photography trip I took in early November, 2022.)

Caineville, Utah, is a little dot on the map about 18 miles west of Hanksville, but we could never ascertain whether there was actually a town there or not.  There are farms and ranches along the Fremont River; a couple of RV parks; a shuttered Rodeway Inn, but that's about it.  Still, there were a lot of interesting and beautiful things to photograph.

No photography trip of mine would be complete without a cemetery, and we found the Caineville Cemetery scratched into the hills below the South Caineville Mesa (about which, more below):

The cemetery also has a small fenced plot which contains the gravesite of Ebenezer K. Hanks, the man who founded Hanksville.  Why he is buried in the Caineville cemetery, I don't know.

Though it may not be a town, Caineville has some majestic scenery along Utah Route 24.  There are cliffs like ramparts hundreds of feet high:

Massive free-standing monoliths . . .

(Note Alan in this image for scale.)

. . . and two giant mesas:  North and South Caineville.  They're not far from Factory Butte and are made of the same materials -- sandstone caprock and Mancos shale shoulders and foothills.

(BTW, the difference between a mesa and a butte is this:  a mesa is wider at the top than it is tall; a butte is taller than it is wide.)

Here are views of North Caineville Mesa and some of its various features:

(NOTE:  This is just one "arm" of North Caineville Mesa.)

South Caineville Mesa, rising above the Fremont River valley, provided even more dramatic views:

The sharp-looking (but soft) shoulder formations of Mancos shale lent themselves to black-and-white treatment:

But "Golden Hour" light at sunset was the best:

This is the penultimate post about our Utah Photo Adventure.  The final post will include photos that deserve to be seen but didn't fit into the story arc of any of the previous posts.

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Utah Photo Adventure, Part 6 - Carl's Critter Garden

  (NOTE: This is the sixth in a series of posts about a photography trip I took in early November, 2022.)

One of the highlights of Hanksville is Carl's Critter Garden, a whimsical menagerie of animals, insects, and other metal sculptures made of discarded machinery, auto parts, propane tanks, and junk on the site of Hanksville's former Desert Inn Motel.  Alan and I spent about 45 minutes in this photographer's delight.

By way of introduction, the sign at the entrance sets the tone:

A larger version, so you can read the message:

There are lots of lizards, bugs, dinosaur-esque creatures, a few human-looking characters, and gizmos everywhere!

In addition to all the metal sculptures, there were a few junk vehicles decorating the parking lot.  

This old pickup came complete with a critter on the roof of the cab and bullet holes in the rear window.

This vintage school bus (now labeled "Hanksville Love Bus") had its own version of aged beauty.

Broken windows that looked like works of abstract art . . .

A rear window that lets you peer into the past:

And a more modern bumper sticker that I really liked:

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Enjoy!

Utah Photo Adventure, Part 5 - Hanksville, UT

 (NOTE: This is the fifth in a series of posts about a photography trip I took in early November, 2022.)

Our home base for this extended trip was Hanksville, Utah -- population approximately 250.  It's pretty much in the middle of nowhere.

In fact, the closest town with a substantial medical facility is Price, UT (not shown on the map above), a two-hour drive north from Hanksville.  I'm not sure if Hanksville even has a police station.  Don't have a heart attack or serious medical emergency here!

Hanksville is located just north of the Henry Mountains (no relation:  Henry . . . Hank . . . get it?), which was the last mountain range in the Lower 48 United States to be surveyed and added to U.S. maps (in 1872).  They were named for Joseph Henry, the first Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution.

The highest peak in the Henrys is Mt. Ellen (11,527 feet), named after John Wesley Powell's sister who was the wife of topographer A. H. Thompson . . . who was second in command of Powell's Second Geographical Expedition to explore the watersheds and canyons of the Green and Colorado rivers in southern Utah and northern Arizona in 1871-75.

Ten years after Thompson summited and named Mt. Ellen, Hanksville itself was founded in 1882 by Ebenezer Hanks.  Back in the day, Hanksville was a supply post for Butch Cassidy and his Wild Bunch gang when they were operating out of Robbers Roost Canyon southeast of Hanksville.

By Unknown author - From the studio of John Schwartz., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=331579
Butch Cassidy is front row on the right; Sundance Kid is front row on the left.

Today, the Hanksville economy is driven primarily by farming along the Fremont River and tourism, as it is the northern access to Lake Powell (80 miles away and, yes, named for John Wesley Powell) and close to Capitol Reef National Park, Goblin Valley State Park, Factory Butte, the San Rafael Swell, and other geological features for hikers, climbers, and photographers.

Hanksville has two gas stations, but no "service" stations.  Here's the more unique one, with the cashier, restrooms, and convenience store located inside a small mountain:

Who knew Sinclair was still a fuel brand?

Thanks to the nail that punctured and flattened my left rear tire while we were there, we learned that all automotive service, off-road rescue, and towing in the area was handled by Dave, owner of Rabbitbrush Repair & Storage.

Being city fellers, we took special note of the sign in his workshop:

Hanksville has a couple of restaurants, including Stan's Burger Shak, where you can also get . . .

(The burgers weren't that great, and don't order a milkshake.)

Hanksville boasts an impressive array of fine hotels right on the beach . . .

But we chose to stay in an Airbnb . . .

That one was a little too air-y, so we asked for an upgrade . . .

Just kidding!  Here's the house where we actually stayed:

There's one place in Hanksville that deserves a full post of its own:  Carl's Critter Garden.  Photos from that venue will be my next post.

Finally, in case you were wondering whatever happened to Mr. Whipple after he retired from squeezin' the Charmin, we now know.  He lives in Hanksville; his first name is Curtis; and he's running for School Board!

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Enjoy!