There was a moment where I began to realize my time in Salt Lake City was coming to a close. It was an unfortunate one, that coincided with the first snowfall of the season and a cold front bringing in blistering temperatures.

From 70 degree shirtless days, I now found myself back in my truck — on the road — in search of somewhere warmer.

That moment consists of a feeling I will forever chase.

And so, as we stood in front of a snow covered yet unfrozen Lake Blanch as the first to define a trail through the snow,

Time Stood Still in The Valley.

I have some regrets over not taking a dip in the not-exactly-inviting waters, but seeing as I was having trouble getting my fire going (I don’t pack wood, and the wood left by others was a teeny tiny bit too wet.) If I could’ve gotten a fire to rage, perhaps I would’ve enjoyed the cool waters. But I couldn’t, so I didn’t, and I avoided freezing to death.

I began to wander the half mile or so from the comfort of The Whale to the unknown of his 2021 Chevy Tahoe. What I began to make out were the words “Sheriff” pasted in red along the length of the doors, and “Albany County” above.

By the time I was within a few feet, all I could see of the deputy himself was a flashlight yonder. Down the embankment, towards the lake. Combing the beach in a zig zag pattern. Now I was truly concerned, and for good reason.

With coyotes howling to both my right and my left, perhaps no more than three or four, I must get going. My time in these plains is drawing to a close, and when morning comes I will find myself heading westward. So, as it stands today, Bryce has now ventured,

Through The Plains

“No matter how far I drive, I always know camp is not far behind.”