Not only did we find the West Desert Sink Holes, but we may have discovered Utah's new version of Area 51.

We thought we should publicly declare what we found just in case a satellite interceptor found us snooping. Three Nephi, Utah Jones boys crossed the line a couple weeks ago. Those Juab County residents crossed over into Millard County. We didn't get security clearance but had to cross the County in order to fulfill our quest to find the Utah Desert Sink Holes. Once we got on the dirt roads on the other side of Delta, it was a guess on which way to turn, but we did find them, and uncluttered and no vandalism- a welcome site. Indications are the sink hole was accidently discovered a hundred years ago during the middle of a moonless night. As a horse had good horse sense, he sensed the danger ahead and started to back up. The cowboy trusted his horse and let up on the reins. After camping the night, he then saw the giant sink hole that would have doomed them both. The hole is dangerous as it has a deep undercut and unable to see the bottom. We took a lunch break and played Pokémon, leaving a hidden treasure under three rocks, and a container of water for a thirst quenched traveler. We then took another road out, and that could have been dangerous if we hadn't had Ron Jones with us. He had 38 years of experience with the Juab County Roads, so he knew how to get us out. We found a snake near Rattlesnake Bench; went near Painter Springs; saw where Jim Pexton landed his plane on the flats of Tulley Valley; stayed clear of Skunk Springs; cinched up near Cowboy Pass, and stopped to see the bodiless grave of the ghost town of Joy. We got in a race with Antelope, but the herd of wild Mustangs didn't seem interested in our trespassing on their feeding grounds. It was a little sad not to chat with No Nose Maggie or the road kicker known as the Hermit, but his cave home is still well hidden and in good shape. Notch Creek is beautiful this time of year, as is the Old Indian Trail; the Overland Trail; Foote's Ranch and amazing to see the contrast at Marjum Pass. We drove up to the Sinbad where we could stand and look straight down off some ledges thousands of  feet below. It was a little scary for Ron, Weston and Kent Jones, whose age averaged 79 years old. So it was for security purposes, the three of us held hands like young kids. That was fine and dandy until a motorcycle gang approached us from the rear. We lucked out, as it was a good motorcycle family, on their way from Illinois to the Salt Flats during speed week, to have the world's fastest motorcycle. He was racing a Harley, but I used the photo of another American brand which did hold the record for some time. We headed back home but got lost as the vehicle GPS showed we were on Mickey Mouse Rd. That was about the time that a billion dollar; three story high set of buildings appeared in the middle of nowhere. It was if we were in Area 51 or near the Wendover Bombing range at the end of World War II. Even the signs gave us the hint we were snooping in an area the taxpayer has not yet been told about. We then saw a double rainbow and headed toward it knowing we would find our pot of gold. We did, as it led us to safety in Nephi, Utah, USA.