I went out to the Utah desert in 2016 to hunt for a few pictograph sites. Instead, I came across two cowboy camps. Not much is left at either of them: a broken stove, bed springs, dishes, and utensils, but I found them interesting.
Cowboy camps
I don’t know their age or history, but they are fun to visit and ponder lonely life on the range.
Sometimes, you just feel like driving on some wide-open dirt roads.
