Stansbury Doesn't Suck

When the clock struck four, I hit the road with my pre-loaded truck, due west. The objective was Stansbury Mountain for an early season lap and midweek camping excursion during an unseasonably warm spring day in late March. 

Despite some of Stansbury's setbacks (cows & guns), it's close to home and boasts dry, empty trails. Because of this, I make the pilgrimage here more than anyone I know. However, every time I mention Stansbury as a viable recreation option, I'm met with some serious doubt. 

But it doesn't look half bad, does it?