One of the primary reasons we came to Hanksville was to hike the Horseshoe Canyon unit of Canyonlands National Park. Other than the Maze, this is the most remote section of Canyonlands to access, is a detached piece of the park some 120 miles from Island in the Sky near Moab, and the last 32 miles of that is dirt road: it is a long way from...more
I'd done my homework on this one: somewhere between easy to moderate: mostly class 2 with maybe a little class 3 scrambling and nothing technical. It could also involve some shallow wading. The slots were supposed to be magnificent, heavily traveled, and the whole 8-mile loop to take a mere 4 hours. Oh sure, we can do that - no sweat.They were...more
Hanksville took its name from one Ebenezer Hanks: an original Mormon founder of the town in 1882 when it was a sparse settlement known as Graves Valley. He was a busy individual: one-time mayor of Provo; entrepreneur in cotton, lumber, mining and freight businesses; judge...and polygamist. He was also prolific, having 10 children with wife #2....more
Music from "Tales from Topographic Oceans" was humming through my head as what I was seeing looked like the cover of a Yes album. Or a sci-fi movie - which indeed at least one has been filmed here. Stretched below me was a barren, alien landscape of eerie hoodoos and melting pinnacles around a field of enormous, misshapen mushrooms and grotesque...more
Ah, so I see you've read my previous post and are all set to do this: you're in for big fun! Directions on how to reach the trailhead are below. This is very close to Goblin Valley State Park so it's easy to combine two entirely different landscapes into one great day in the boots. You'll drive about 38 miles from Hanksville to the trailhead. I...more
Blondies ran a close second to Stan's but only because of the harsh overhead lighting and dead quiet - no background tunes - the night we were there. But the food was just fine and the counter staff just as friendly. The menu is also very similar - sammies, salads, soup and a few entrees - and prices won't break the bank either. We both had a...more
Stan's was our winner for the best place to full a tummy in Hanksville. It's nothing fancy - a fast-food type outlet attached to the Chevron station - but clean, tidy, friendly and serving area hikers and road-trippers since 1983. This is also where you'll have your complimentary continental breakfast every morning if you're staying next door at...more
Hanksville is a very small town and only has three places to eat. We had one breakfast and two dinners here. The food was good but nothing special. Breakfast is easy and they did a fine job. Dinner was OK but they were out of one thing or another. We had a young waitress who seemed new at her job, this didn't help things. I'd go back but most...more
'Shopping' and 'Hanksville' are two words that cannot be used in the same sentence. That said, hikers and campers can find the necessities for a pack lunch or Peak-stove dinner at two of the gas stations and a small market. Stan's Chevron and Food Mart has a large selection of convenience items, 3.2 beer, some camping equipment and a variety of books, hats, T's and other gifties: nice place. Hollow Mountain is a fun bit of roadside kitsch with a smaller run of staples, and choice #3 is a tiny market that I didn't see but The Husband tells me is dire-emergency-only. Blondies cafe bravely advertises a gift shop: that's a serious stretch of anyone's imagination but get your "Where the Hell is Hanksville?" t-shirt there.
I did notice a wee, screaming-yellow hut calling itself a "Craft Boutique" with a side offering of fancy hair treatments so fellas, if you want that tinsel job before risking life and limb in Bluejohn, this is the place.
The San Rafael Swell - where Little Wild Horse and Bell Canyons are located - is full of slots with difficulties ranging from easy scrambling to skilled canyoneering. Slots are big fun on a nice day. They can be deadly in a rainstorm. Water falling on the rock above a narrow opening has no place to drain but DOWN. In a hurry. And then it has no...more
We have mossies the size of 747's here in Minnesota but I've never met any as bloodthirsty as the beasties in Hanksville. Out taking pictures one early morning, I felt an itch and looked down to see probably 25 of the little b*stards having breakfast on Yours Truly. Stand still for even one moment and you are toast so I made tracks back to motel,...more