I rode along on an ATV tour our rec director Kourtney was doing. She told us this story during the ride, and it was so awesome, I took Portia out this evening for the same ride.
Back in the early 1900's, a man by the name of Jolly (first name or last name? I'm not sure) came to southern Utah early in the spring. Near what is now the East Entrance to Zion National Park, he found a beautiful little canyon where he thought he could make a living raising cattle.
As spring came to an end, and the scorching summer season began, Jolly and his family were surprised to find that the cool brook slowed to a trickle, turned to moist sand, and quickly dried up. They were far from the Virgin River, and water was no where to be found.
As the long, hot days passed and they used the last of their water, Jolly realized that he and his family could not survive. They didn't even have enough water to leave their new home to go get help.
Finally, his cracked lips spread into a smile, and he unexpectedly invited his wife and children to go for a walk down the dry stream. They came to what was once a lush waterfall.
Once there, he threw his wife and children off the cliff and they tumbled to their deaths. He returned to his house, and wrote down what he had done, and then walked back to the dried up waterfall and threw himself down as well.
When you stand at the edge of the waterfall (or dry fall), if you feel the wind blowing at your back, that's Old Man Jolly trying to kill you. If you feel the wind blowing in your face, that's his wife trying to save you.
When you visit Jolly's Gully, enjoy the view, but make sure you bring plenty of water!
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