But the view was, again, amazing, with striped cliffs and tortured lumps of rock in strange formations. This is what we'd come to Utah to see and it lived up to and beyond our expectations. In these temperatures, dressed in full leathers you start feeling like a shark - you have to keep moving in order to breathe. This little cluster even had the remains of a two-storey tower, as well as the standard ceremonial pit and tunnels leading from it to the tower. All that stuff about Indians living in teepees is crap.
Newspaper Rock is a section of cliff marked with old indian petroglyphs.
It was ace. Eventually the path led down into the dry creek bed. After 5 minutes Patrick asked me what I thought dinosaur footprints actually looked like. A further 15 minutes of aimless stumbling about revealed nothing that even remotely resembled a chicken footprint and we concluded that they had been hidden under the red silt that had been washed down across the dry bed, and sadly made our way back to the bikes. My trip was ruined.