Grandpa and Uncle Mark decided that rugged road was just not worth it for our return trip. We pulled out a map and lo and behold there was another road that would get us back to camp. It promised pavement and stomach relief. We collaboratively decided to go the “new and better” way, but Lady Luck had other plans. It was after dinner when we started and late when we left the pavement, but it was the “new and better” road, so we were hopeful. At the stroke of 10 PM, just a few miles from camp, our headlights hit a giant snow slide that had buried the road. Just four miles to go, but no way to get there. The great debate began: Do we walk to camp or turn back? I was just praying that Montezuma’s Revenge would cease. It was late in the night and we had been traveling for hours. The smaller folks in the group were tired and hungry. Ultimately, we decide to backtrack 130+ miles all the way back up the worst road on the national forest system to camp. Luckily, the little guys slept while poor Uncle Mark drove most of the way and Grandpa and I attempted to keep
Unexpected situations will arise. Sometimes it's a sickness. Other times it's a snowdrift. Oftentimes it requires several miles of weathered roads. You may be lucky, like us, and get the trifecta. The best we can do is to take it in stride and look for the positives. On to the next adventure. I hope there’s a honey hole waiting for me there.