This leg of the trip has truly shown us that we’re not cowboy enough for Montana and Wyoming. Chacos with socks and hiking pants obviously don’t jive with local fashion, so here’s to sticking out like a sore thumb.
These past few days we’ve experienced extremes. Evan and I went from 282 feet below sea level all the way to 9,050 feet above sea level at the top of Squaw with our skis in tow.
We set out to see Gold Butte, but our Golf had finally found a road which it could not conquer. Luckily for us, we found some cool things in the middle of the desert while trying to hide our disappointment. For example, this lovely sign:
It’s only my second post, not even halfway through the trip, and I already don’t know what day of the week it is. We’ve been packing so much adventure into our days that they seem more than just 24 hours long. If it wasn’t for the site, things would start to blur together. (A beautiful blur nonetheless). So, here’s the last few jam-packed days of fun: