BevLive: the little engine that could

Spent the night in Rock Springs, Wyoming. I couldn’t resist a Walmart and a Starbucks right next to the interstate. That left only three hours of driving to get me to Midway, Utah by lunch time.

Nice to arrive after so much driving. Thankfully the truck and trailer were good sports and all went very smoothly. Even so 2300 mikes is a long haul.

It was in the 90s when I arrived here with a sun that shines hotter in the Heber Valley than any other place I’ve ever been. It’s horribly, burning dry here. The valley smells of smoke from a fire only recently contained.

I set up camp and waited until 4:00 to see if it would cool down. No luck still 95. So I took the boys for a walk up the mountain any way, congratulating myself on being so ambitious. I’m climbing up the hill thinking this isn’t too bad, all that walking I’ve been doing is paying off. I was only puffing moderately, sort of like a steam engine, when three boys come running up the trail behind me chattering away to each other, not even breathing hard. Dogs immediately deserted me for much more interesting company and who can blame them? I carried on to the top of the trail but my ego was crushed. Still after four days of mostly sitting was nice to get out and walk.

I’m off for another walk now that the sun has set and it’s cooling down. It will no doubt be a cold night since we are so high and there are no clouds. I sure hope so.

I worry about Amanda and her truck problems. I hope to see her pulling in tomorrow.