|The Silver Eagle convenience store in Hanksville, Utah. Effectively, the heart of the town. The Henry Mountains in the distance. A high desert outpost with...heart.|
|The Henry Mountains, from Highway 95 south of Hanksville.|
I believe it has to do with their environment. When you live far from anywhere, you realize how closely you might be to the edge, if you hit a tough spot. In short, people out there tend to look out for each other. And they look out for anyone else that might need a hand, too. Which is why I keep finding myself gravitating to rural places.
Well, except for the beauty of such locations. They go hand in hand, naturally.
|Sand dunes turned to rock and uplifted a mile above sea level. After millions of years, I mean.|
I passed back through Hanksville recently. There isn't much to the town, really. And many services are closed during the winter offseason. This is a summertime tourist town. Spring, summer, early fall. Outside of that the locals settle back into whatever routine they like to do.
|Cottonwood trees with spring growth, North Wash.|
At first a new visitor might look around the dusty town and wonder if she was nuts. No Walmart or a major chain grocery store. No national chain motel. Though I can enthusiastically recommend the Whispering Sands motel, right next to the Silver Eagle. The accommodations are splendid, especially for such an out of the way respite.
|Shadow of the Highway 95 bridge onto the Colorado River at Hite Crossing.|
However, despite wanting yet again to buy a place there and settle down, I turned my truck east again, out of Hanksville. Not that I won't return soon.
Down Highway 95. The Henry Mountains glowing down at me, with their coat of snow. The high desert below.
Photo location: southeast Utah.
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