National Geographic : 1962 May
We got dusty without falling in. The Jeeps plowed through a salt crust and threw up choking clouds of sand as we bucked our way through tangled brush and along dry streambeds that in rainy seasons can become raging torrents in the space of minutes. In places we did strike water -shallow puddles and small streams where springs came to the surface. Wherever there was mois ture, we had to be alert against quicksand. After leaving Cave Spring, we followed the Salt for three miles to its junc tion with Horse Canyon. Intrigued by this large tributary, we decided to ex plore it before going up the main canyon. Though we were heading upstream, the cliffs thrust higher and higher above us. In contrast to the almost solid red sandstone walls that I had seen in the Escalante River area on an earlier trip to Utah, the canyons here were broken by numerous gulches and ravines. In places they opened into broad side val leys; elsewhere erosion-hewn walls crowded close in upon us. Then we rounded a bend in Horse Canyon and came in view of Gothic Arch.