Mystery Hole

After visiting Hutchings Hole, we went in search of another cave, and after another long drive across the bumpy roads of the West Desert, saw something strange out in the distance--a hole. Okay, a hole doesn't sound that exotic. But just wait. You'll see.

Nope, this wasn't the hole. This was the hole next to the hole. It had been excavated by miners at one time.

The real hole was much bigger. We had to climb over a fence to get to it.

Because if you came upon this hole unsuspecting in a vehicle, it would swallow the entire vehicle.

And many more. Here's a little perspective for this hole, with a person walking on the other side of it. It has several names, but I'm going to call it "Mystery Hole," which is what our guide called it.

Part of it curves under, and a lowered rope has measured the depth at about 100 feet. The sides are very loose soil, so it's not safe to rappel into the pit. Search and rescue teams sometimes come out and use Mystery Hole to practice highlines, setting up a line across the pit and then lowering someone down in the middle of it.

Down at the bottom of the pit is an old ladder. The story is that the miners had at one time dug the little hole all the way down to the same level as the bottom, tunneled over, and then took the ladder in that way. I'm not sure what they were looking for.

I spotted a nest about 3/4 of the way down the hole, but didn't see any birds around.

Mystery Hole certainly has some mysteries associated with it. The sinkhole is thought to be formed by piping, which if I understood correctly, is when water is pushed upwards and dissolved away the overlying layers. There must have been a series of underground pipes or tunnels to help move the sediment away, but it probably wasn't anything as direct as a river. The sinkhole is several hundred feet above the highest level of Lake Bonneville.

Can you see the truck in the background? A little more perspective! If you'd like to visit the hole, you can find more info, including coordinates, in the Millard County Visitor's Guide (available in and near Millard County, Utah). Be prepared to drive a long way on bumpy roads to get there. 

Or save your tailbone and just enjoy the photos here!

Goin' Fishin'

I needed to do some work next to a stream one day, so I took Desert Boy and Henry with me, knowing how much they like water. We had to walk across the stream, so I had Desert Boy dressed in irrigating boots. He decided he wanted to keep playing by the stream and use a little white bucket to catch some fish.

So, me being a mother who wants to encourage her son to be creative and not really caring how dirty he gets, hatched a plan. I took off his pants and socks, thinking that he would surely flood his boots, and this way he would stay dry. And I had neglected to bring a change of clothes for him with me (although we did have a coat in the truck). 

I watched Desert Boy's first attempt at catching fish. He scooped the bucket through the water, being fairly careful where he was walking.

And then he poured the bucket out. I'm not quite sure what he would have done if he had actually caught a fish in the bucket, but I figured the chances of that were extremely slim. 

Seeing his first attempt wasn't too successful, he headed back to shore to regroup. This is where the fun really began. And I didn't manage to get photos of any of it.

He did a few more scoops with the bucket, flooded his boots, and then wanted the water out of his boots. Then he headed back into the water--and you've probably guessed it--fell in, soaking his only dry shirt. He decided at this point he didn't want to fish anymore. So it was time to get him to the truck, put on his dry pants and his coat, and let him warm up. 

So his first fishing expedition didn't go too well, but he did have a lot of fun playing in the water until he got soaked and cold. Almost anytime we go near a stream he wants to get in, but he knows he's not supposed to get his shoes wet. So he sits down on the ground and starts tugging on his shoes and socks. If he won't get his shoes wet, surely he can go in?

A Trip to Hutchings Hole

I've been doing a fair bit of caving lately, trying to get it out of my system and take advantage of the good weather before winter sets in. A couple weekends ago I joined a Tri-Grotto get-together, where I met lots of cavers. I decided to visit Hutchings Hole with a group. To get there we drove a long way on bumpy gravel roads through sagebrush-covered terrain. Much of it looked like the photo above.

Finally we reached the end of the road (which then turned into an ATV trail). It was time to park, get our gear, and hike up to the cave. Sometimes finding the cave can be a whole adventure in itself, but fortunately we had a couple of people who had been to the cave before, including one who had GPS coordinates to a cave that had a different name but matched the description. (This cave has many names, because it has been "discovered" many times.) After a slight detour, we were in the right spot.

Here's some of the group hiking up the hill. We had the rare sight of a mostly cloudy sky over the Great Basin terrain.

Within a five minute walk, we were at the edge of the cave entrance. And it was quite a cave entrance! A gaping hole about 40 feet wide and 15 feet across led to a dark passage below. There was a dropoff of about 10 feet to get into the hole.

An obligatory butt shot. Here they are discussing the best way to get down into the hole, which now appeared deeper than it was in their memories.

A rope was rigged, but a tree branch was found to be in an opportune location so that the rope could just be used as a handline and no rappelling or ascending gear was necessary.

The inside of the cave was full of big breakdown blocks. The cave sloped down quite steeply, so we had to carefully pick our way though the rocks. We could see the huge entrance from almost every spot in the cave. 

But near the back there was a hole going down through the boulders. I followed a couple other cavers down a handline and found that there was quite a bit more passage. There wasn't anything particularly notable-no cave formations, water passages, or exotic cave biota. But it was still fun going down a passageway where I didn't know what was at the end of it.

Here's a skeleton that was near the entrance, probably a jackrabbit.

And here's the cave entrance from below. Even though the cave wasn't all that big, it was still a fun trip. The fault-block cave was quite a bit different than many of the dissolution caves in the area. And it was great to meet some other cavers.

We hiked back to the vehicles, happy to have visited a little bit more of the subterranean world, and ready to go on the next expedition.

Checking Hay

We were supposed to have lots of rain last night and today, but so far nary a drop has fallen down in the valley. We have gotten plenty of wind, though. And in preparation for the supposed deluge (well, California and Reno got it), my husband has been working hard to try to get they hay up. Cut hay and rain are not a good combination.

Desert Boy and I went along one afternoon on a hay checking expedition. I've learned never to go on one of these trips unless I have some reading material and/or my camera with me. They're a little tedious and always take longer than my husband says.

I was content to stay by the truck, but Desert Boy wanted to go follow his Daddy, so he hiked out into the alfalfa field and started following him around.

Soon it was time to go check hay in a different row. Desert Boy likes to hold onto someone's hand (unlike his independent, younger cousin!).

He also likes to be carried, and he managed to convince Daddy to pick him up.

Then it was time to flip over some more hay and check its moisture content. They hay has to be just right to make the best bales.

Desert Boy sorta looks like he knows what he's doing!

Then it's time to head back to the truck. Desert Boy starts out walking all confident-like.

Then it's time to hold onto Daddy's hand.

And then the other hand.

And, uh-oh, he's convinced Daddy to pick him up again.

Apparently checking hay is tough work for a two-year old.

Skateboarding Cow

I've seen these skateboarding cow signs on trips, but recently one popped up down the road from us. I particularly like the juxtaposition of the trees and building in the background--almost makes you think there might be a skateboarding park up ahead with Herefords and Holsteins battling it out.