After three years of rampant desire to camp out by the Sun Tunnels, a
couple of friends and I finally made it out there. Located ~40 miles
Northeast of Wendover (The Dirty Dover) the drive out was less than
pristine. The washboard road, complete with millions of rocks and
unexpected potholes was quite exciting in a small Subaru. After an hour
or so of bone rattling vibrations we finally came across what seemed to
be the turn off for the Sun Tunnels. Marked with a teepee of steel
rods and a forlorn tire, the Tunnels seemed a mirage in the
distance. As we ventured down this road, it seemed as if we were
heading the wrong direction. Unsure of where we should go, we decided
to continue down this path. A few minutes later, we encountered this
battered truck with various slogans spray painted on and riddled with
various caliber bullets. After taking a few pictures of this truck we
decided to continue on. However, we immediately noticed that this road
was headed in the wrong direction. After putting around brush and
attempting to drive as the crow flies towards the Sun Tunnels, we
decided to head back to the main road and find a different path. Which
we found. After an hour or so of being completely lost, we finally made
it. Post setting up camp, we commenced the process of taking pictures
and dehydrating ourselves. Hoping to be one of the few campers there
was probably a bit optimistic. Being the Summer Solstice, a hoard of
picture takers soon descended around the tunnels. All taking the SAME
picture. Anyway, here are a bunch of photos I took while we were
there.
