LAST EDITED ON Jun-10-11 AT 04:35PM (MST)[p]I am sure that will save some people a long trip!
Many years ago,(I think 1983)a few friends and I were baiting the Books for bears. We left Salt Lake City about 7 pm on a Friday evening loaded with a bunch of bait in my truck. We drove across the Green River Bridge (it was now about midnight) and the road, just after crossing the bridge, was covered with water.
My truck was loaded with a dead cow, a friend, who owned a dairy, had given me. We hated to go all the way back to Duchesne, and up Hay Canyon from I-70, so we turned around and headed back till we saw a house, in Oray, with a light on. I pulled my truck over and and I walked to the door and knocked on the door and talked to the guy who lived there. He told me the oil trucks were going through the water and had set up poles on each side of the road, so one knew where to drive. I was much younger and a bit dumber (just maybe on that one) so we turned around and headed back to take the seep ridge road.
Things went good for about the first few hundred yards, then the water started to get deeper and deeper. Soon there were no poles, so one of my buddies got out and started walking in from of the truck so I could tell were the road was. Slowly we moved on and soon the water was up to his crotch and soon up to a about half the cheeks of his but. It was pitch black with the exceptions of my headlights and soon the water was running over the transmission hump in my truck and I could hear the fan blades hitting the water. After what seemed like an eternity we came to the White River and could finally see the road again.
When we returned, in two days, the river had dropped about a food so it was not so bad going back, and at least it was daylight.
It cost me about 100 bucks in those days to get all my gears boxes and transmission oils changed. I learned I would never do that again, and I would advise others to not to do it.
Have a good one. BB
