On top of Bluebell Knoll
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Bluebell Knoll (Boulder Top) - Wayne County - 11,320 ft. - High-Point Rank: 14th
 
After bagging Mt. Ellen.  It was a long dusty road through the desert.  Slowly we climbed up a large rise. Didn’t even look like a mountain.  Hard to believe the top was over 11,300 feet.

We wound our way uphill with storm clouds looming in the area.  We were a little afraid of lightning as there were few trees and large open meadows littered with boulders.  The official name of the hill we were going to is Bluebell Knoll.  However, many refer to it simply as Boulder Top and there is no guessing why.  The rolling meadows are littered with boulders of all sizes and colors that appear to have just been flung out everywhere like decorative sprinkles on a cake.  

We passed a large herd of sheep with a lone cowboy riding a horse with a dog following him, wandering around among them and watching, preparing for the storm and for the dark.

We parked near the bottom of a small knoll, walked 1/4 mile up and surveyed the beauty before the storm.  We quickly headed back to the truck and once again, decided to take a different way down, making sure to not see the same country twice.  However, after a few miles of deteriorating roads and passing through lazy herds of cows who wouldn’t even acknowledge that we were there, we decided it best to turn around and return the way we had come as it was getting darker and the storm clouds were looking more and more threatening.

Speaking of cows.  They have got to be the most lazy, disgusting, low-life animals on the earth.  What other animal spends its day standing around in its own crap, chewing on regurgitated food, drooling from both the mouth and nose, just trying to get fat?  I’m not complaining about beef.  I love beef....even fake beef but what a loser.

We made it out of the boulders, stopped at a Wendy’s (to enjoy said beef) in Beaver where the grease turned the corners of our mouths up and then headed home.

It was 7 days of driving 1300 miles and hiking thousands of feet in elevation.  We had been dirty, stinky, sweaty and bug-bitten.  We had been cold and hot, worried and confident.  We had enjoyed places in Utah that very few had been too.  That many who rush by on the highways never know exist.  We passed by the scenic overlooks where signs mark the spot and railings retain the hoardes of tourists who jump from their cars for a few seconds to snap a picture and then rush off again.  We had found our own overlooks and can’t wait to explore more of this beautiful area I call home.

 

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