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In 1987, Larry Heck with his club called Pass Patrol began seeking out points of interest along the Outlaw Trail and mapping backcountry roads connecting those points of interest.  They visited all three of the major hideouts numerous times and traveled across much of the same land where outlaws once roamed and ruled.  In essence, they repeatedly traveled the Outlaw Trail.

Pass Patrol’s search for the Outlaw Trail began in 1987 during a visit to a library in Salt Lake City.  Larry Heck came across a book titled; "Some Dreams Die".  It referred to an outlaw cabin on a mesa-top within the boundaries of the San Rafael Swell, but at the time of print, the author did not know exactly where the cabin was.  Other club members found two more books which repeated rumors that such a cabin did exist.  During the winter of 1987, they spent many long hours exploring the San Rafael Swell and looking for those cabins with no success.

One day, Larry Heck mailed a letter to George A Thompson, the author of Some Dreams Die, requesting information.  A few days later, George contacted "South Paw", a member of Pass Patrol in Ogden, Utah.  George visited South Paw with maps in hand and showed him the approximate location of where the cabins were located.



When George left his house, South Paw raced to the phone.  "I know where it is!"  His voice was singing with excitement.

"You're kidding!"  Larry could not believe it!  A century old outlaw cabin still undisturbed and in its natural setting!  Pass Patrol could not wait for summer.  On a cold day in March of 1988, they assembled a four-vehicle patrol in Castledale, Utah and followed George’s directions into Coal Wash.

The route took them past the ZCMI Mine, Slipper Arch, and a landmark called “Joe and his dog”.  By the time they reached the end of Coal Wash, most of the daylight was gone.  They stopped at the beginning of a narrow ledge trail going over a pass into Saddlehorse Canyon.  A recent flood had washed most of the ledge away and the rest of it was littered with huge boulders.

South Paw took one look at it and decided it was time to go home.  “Can’t get to those cabins this way,” he remarked.

“It can be fixed,” Lone Ranger assured him.  “A few rocks here and a few shovels of dirt over there and we can get through.”

“We’ve fixed worse ones than this,” Outlaw said with a grin.

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