Soon after he left, the fort and its occupants were annihilated by the Utes.

Crossing Ashley Fork he climbed on the trail high up the mountain, where he had "a view of the river below shut up amongst rugged mountains;" Whirlpool Canyon and the Canyon of Lodore.
Descending then to Brown's Hole, he crossed the river in a skin boat, and camped just above Vermilion Creek, opposite the remains of an "old fort," which was doubtless Fort Davy Crockett.

"Here the river enters between lofty precipices of red rock" (now the Gate of Lodore), "and the country below is said to assume a very rugged character; the river and its affluents passing through canons which forbid all access to the water." After journeying to the head of the Platte, and south through the Parks, he went east by the Arkansas, and came again in 1845 to cross the Green a little farther south on his way to California.
* For an account of this unfortunate affair see The Rocky Mountain Saints, chapter xliii., by T.B.H.

Stenhouse.

I knew Lee.