Above the River, under the stars, deep in a canyon

My usual campground Karma wasn't holding. Following two days with Ada in Page, we planned to get as far as Moab, Utah by nightfall on Sunday night. What we didn't account for was that Moab is the stepping-off place for six National Parks and Monuments (Canyonlands, Monument Valley, etc.); the staging area for countless rafting trips on the Colorado River; Dude Ranches offering trail rides; and the Off Road vehicle capital of the region. Thus, the campgrounds were packed, and arriving at 5:30 PM didn't help the odds. Travel on, we must, and no other towns were near. As luck would have it, there is a winding scenic road up a deep canyon, following the Colorado River going East, the direction we are heading. The BLM owns the narrowest part of the canyon , and has little campgrounds along a twenty mile stretch. The further we went from Moab, the more campsites were available. We ended up in an isolated little camp that featured the brightest stars above, and the sound of the River flowing by. It was rustic- no water or electricity, but we are self-contained and easily settled in for the night.