I still had hope that I could go see the park in the morning before I headed off. I woke up early (before sunrise) and cooked my breakfast and packed up.
But when I got to the edge of the hoodoos, I saw all the hills and I was already looking at a 66 mile day so I decided I would be better off skipping it again. That was a hard decision.
Someone at camp showed me their pictures of the pictographs I never found the day before and it was less than a mile out of the way, near a pit toilet I needed at that point anyway and not hilly so I decided to go find it for myself. I found it pretty quickly now that I knew what to look for.
A lot of the ride the first half of the day was downhill. There were lots of sand dunes and the sunflowers seemed to love the sand.
I stopped in Hanksville and ate some lunch. After I finished, I looked at my rim and noticed this crack.
The day got hot and shade was hard to find but I actually managed to keep up with two of the guys for a while.
Then I dropped into a canyon that wound around for a while. I was scanning the walls for ruins or pictographs. I never saw any.
This pictograph was near where we camped. There was a small stream flowing. You had to cross the stream and hike up to an alcove. It was in the alcove.