Robbers Roost
A few friends planned a sojourn to Southern Utah for spring break of 1999. I was consumed with studying and finals and occasional forays in the Cascades while a student at the University of Washington. We traveled in one car from Seattle and another from Boulder and coordinated without cellphones. The group converged on the Dirty Devil River in Robbers Roost Canyon. We were aware of the clichéd history around Butch Cassidy using the canyon as a hideout and had the canyon to ourselves. The solitude was inspiring.