A quick refrain on the exhilaration topic . Coming out the last mile I was again , exhilarated . Thinking I had pushed the envelope a little . Who do I see coming up the wash . Cranky knees and ski poles ? Thats right , Meg was just going in . What are the odds ? She didn't seem to think it was going to rain hard enough to warrant worry . As I dashed to the car the last 400 yards , getting soaked , as I drove off with wipers wiping, I pictured her hiding under one of those ledges, thunder hammering and rain pelting …. with a big smile
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Entrance to the Grand Wash |
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tool both |
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a river runs through it |
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tight |
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tighter |
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here it comes |
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safely back |
Since the rain washed out the canyons , the afternoon hike was to Hickman Bridge . Tourists ... No Americans . All Euro ....... seriously . I have an opinion ..... hazard a guess ?
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trail is popular and starts on the Fremont river |
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trail jumps up to mesa |
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... and into a small canyon |
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the pyramids |
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strange rock |
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Hickman Natural Bridge |
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