This is NPS Road 231, a rugged alternative road off NPS Road 230, that leads toward Lake Powell, three or four miles ahead. Eventually, the road narrows to a claustrophobic single track and turns entirely to soft, traction-less, gray dust (volcanic ash, I believe). Once we reached the mountain you see to the right, we turned around. That seemed a better option than getting stuck out here, where cell phones don’t work and a car may not pass for days. Dad and I already had been to the north rim of the Grand Canyon this day, so it’s not like we were slacking. It was hot out there, and way past beer-thirty!