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Show 103 go over a cliff in the dark. Anyway, I'm low on gas. Is it okay if I siphon some out of your truck in the morning? That is, if you don't mind me spending the night here." Debbie goes out to her truck for a sleeping bag, then settles into one of the empty bunks as Jan turns out the lanterns and crawls into bed. The next day marks the end of the work week vihen all the inventory crevis will return to their apartments in Hanksville. Jan falls asleep thinking how nice it will be to have a long shower and shampoo in a real bathroom, in only tvienty-four more hours. At four o'clock on Friday afternoon, Jan and Pam gather their dirty laundry, their grocery list and the plant inventory forms and start the long drive back to Hanksville. Dust from the rutted, bumpy, razorback trail coats their truck, and the farther down the mountain they drive, the hotter it gets inside the truck cab. The girls would rather suffer from the heat, though, than open the windows to the dust. The mountain terrain has changed to red desert country. Twice Jan gets out of the truck to open a ranch gate, closing it tightly after Pam has driven through. Although the wide Henry Mountain range is administered by the BLM, a few privately owned ranches occupy part of the land. In less than two hours the girls are on paved road, a welcome change from the bone-jarring dirt trails. They drive through some of the most amazing scenery in the United States. Indians called it "the land of the sleeping rainbow." Towering orange rock is striated with buff-colored sandy layers and with purple and green bands of Morrison formation. It's in Morrison that rock hunters find fossilized dinosaur bone. |