at the end of the last entry, we were on our way from boise after a 24 hour delay… but first, let me clarify something. simply picking up a trailer is not a big deal. roll into u-haul, hook it up and go. however, our situation required that the heaviest items from the truck be transferred to the trailer (or, ‘transloaded’, in trucker lingo). now being the good movers we are, all the heaviest stuff (with one exception) was not on the back of the truck, OH NO, it was in the front half of the truck, which meant as dusk approached there we were, with everything we own stacked in the u-haul parking lot, trying to redistribute the load. in about 2 1/2 hours, we finally had things reloaded in the best way we could.
now we’re off. as we approach burley idaho, the rain gets harder, and it finally gets dark. so between the rain, low visibility, tiredness from transloading, and the not-so-well-maintained idaho highways, we chose to stop at a hotel in burley, and get a fresh start on a new day the following day, fully realizing that this makes our flight home tuesday nearly impossible to catch.
we woke up monday morning, with renewed energy and motivation, just glad to be back on the road. the rest of idaho passed with nary an incident, and we moved into utah. the valley heading into salt lake city is simply beautiful. the mountains, the farmland… it was going to be a good day. we passed through utah (and major road construction in ogden), and broke into wyoming about lunchtime. it was here that we began to feel the wind pick up. knowing that windy times were ahead, but feeling good, we pressed onward. there were clouds, even a few spots of rain, but by and large it was very nice most of the day. when we finally made our last fuel stop in rawlins, wyoming, we had been on the road 11 hours and figured a stop in laramie (100 miles further) was a good idea, and once we got there, we’d consider pushing on to cheyenne, if we felt good. the sun was shining bright as it set behind us… our first clue of troubles ahead should have been the patches of snow on the mountain tops… the very mountains we would be crossing in just a few minutes.
and this is where we break. join me in the next post, where you’ll find us fearing for our lives, for hours at a time.
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