Potash

After Dead Horse, we headed over to Potash, which isn't actually a town but a place where they mine... potash. Of course. The road to Potash follows the Colorado River and passes through a section of sheer rock cliffs, nicknamed Wall Street. Indian petroglyphs survived on the red rock of the cliffs for hundreds of years, only to be scratched over by stupid kids who think "Morrison High 2006" is an important cultural statement. A lone pronghorn antelope barely stands a chance competing against all those adolescent couples who have long since broken up, school slogans and curse words.Past the potash plant, about a mile and half into the 4WD dirt road, a fossilized coral bed is a playground of ancient sea creatures turned to stone. We found fossilized shells, coral, agatized clam tubes, and tail sections from crinoids embedded en masse in sandstone. A scientist working for the US Geological Survey told us our fossils from Potash are over 300 million years old.
That evening, Jim and Leigh took us out for a barbecue at Ken's Lake. The weather was perfect, the mosquitoes actually left us alone (sort of), and the food tasted great after all that riding around.