We finally did shake winter off our heels! It didn’t happened somewhere in Utah, when we also managed to break our routine of two days of travelling followed by three days stuck because of a major snowstorm/car trouble.
People have been super friendly and helpful all throughout Montana, Wyoming and Utah, but Wayne who runs J.A.R.R. towing and auto repair in Choteau, Montana, eclipsed everybody with his helpfulness. We broke down in this picturesque if deserted spot:
Turned out the fuel pump of our pickup had decided to die in the windswept fields of western Montana. We ended up spending three days in Choteau, a town almost untouched by time since the 1960s, where Wayne not only made the time in his solidly packed schedule to install a new pump but also managed to get the temperamental rear lights of our camper working properly. By the time we rolled out of town we felt like Wayne was part of the family.
Hiking as much as C’s injured knee allows, we managed to see a bit of Yellowstone’s backcountry (where another snowstorm closed the roads for a day). Never had steaming, hissing and bubbling vents, springs and geysers seemed more tempting to half frozen fingers and toes!
And then … we got to Utah.
I never expected to be swept off my feet by the sage and juniper deserts, cliffs the colour of sunset and secret world of narrow canyons, but I was. I am still, quite literally: we hiked three days in Paria Canyon and Buckskin Gulch, an otherworldly experience:
Hiking Paria Canyon involves wading in water pretty much half the time, and the water was cold!
So cold that it numbed even my Canadian feet, numbed them to such an extent I apparently sprained my ankle on the second day without so much as noticing it. Suddenly it was elephant-sized and sore! Hiking out the remaining eight miles on the last day was not a big deal though, since the Paria, after causing injury, also supplied the cure by numbing my feet again.Despite our current mobility challenges we hope our aging limbs will be up to a section hike or two of the Arizona trail come late November/December. I’m leaving Utah somewhat reluctantly, carrying dusty red sand and images with me.