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I left the trailhead about 4, rolled back into Escalante for a few minutes, and then decided to start driving home and see how far I got. The drive out of Escalante toward Boulder and Sigurd is unbelievable. I really had to stop several times to take pictures like this one.

On the way up, over this pass, I saw a woman running down the highway, with an old 70s motorhome stalled on the hill. I pulled up to her and asked her what was up. Their old MoHo stalls out at high altitudes, and we were at 8500 feet, which I wasn't all that conscious of. By the time I summited the pass, I was at 9600 feet. I had no idea a place like that existed in Utah. This area has amazing trees in it too--deciduous ones.

I drove all the way home that night, and saw dead elk on the highway in Big Sky, and pulled in the driveway at 5 AM, and crashed shortly thereafter. Back home now, I piddle around the house, go to AA meetings, feel the sore feet and pull cactus slivers from my elbows and fingers. I shaved, did laundry. Chatted on Facebook. But I already miss the solitude. I miss the adventure actually, and the challenge, and the exploration. Anyway, I am so grateful for the opportunities in life I have been given to grow and learn about myself and the world around me. I know some poeple will dislike the way I live, and the choices I make, but if I put my sobriety and my search for god first, everything will be just fine.