Wedding, Part 21: Impromptu Honeymoon

Headed out of Challis, we turned onto Morgan Creek Road headed for Shoup. We took our time on the gravel leading to taking pictures, looking at cabins, looking at animals, and enjoying the beautiful fall color.

F remembered “a little hole in the wall bar” downriver so we set out to see if it was still there. Eventually, we found it: the M-T Saddle Saloon. A couple of beers sounded like a really good plan so we walked inside and ordered ourselves a round. We sat down on some lawn chairs just off the porch and, as it usually goes, it took a bit for the patrons already on the porch to warm up to us. As they slowly did, we were bought a round of drinks (or two) as congratulations for our wedding.

It cooled off and I started to get sorta hungry. See, we’d been planning on going back up river to a restaurant to get dinner but instead we were having too much fun. We asked the bartender if they had a microwave we might use and provided our own burritos…he provided us with some chips and salsa to go with it.

As we ate, they encouraged us to stick around for the next night. Saturday night at the M-T Saddle is apparently potluck night. The proprietor whips up a big pot of chili and everyone contributes something. We weren’t really sure what our plans were so we tried not to commit one way or the other. Mike let us sleep in the van right outside the bar.

In the morning, we drove down river to the end of the road and dreamed about rafting “The River of No Return” someday. We stopped along the river so Sprocket could demonstrate his amazing jumping skills—we were duly impressed.

After the swimming, we checked out a new bridge over the Salmon. It lead to a hiking trail and we unexpectedly found ourselves on a 7 mile hike with over 2,600′ elevation gain. I was whiny and hungry pretty much the whole way but the view at the top was pretty awesome.

After our hike, we ate mostly unfrozen burritos and washed our feet in the river before heading back to the M-T Saddle for their potluck dinner. Everything was delicious and we were happy to relax for a couple of hours. Just before dark, we decided to press on upriver a bit to get a jump on our drive home the next day. F was also hoping for a milkshake dessert at the Shoup General Store but they were closed when we drove by. We made camp just a couple miles east of Shoup.

In the morning, we crossed over Lost Horse Pass and headed for home.

And thus ends, my internet friends, the wonderful 3Up Adventure wedding trip. We had a wedding completely filled with love, lots of playing in the desert, and even managed to get some adventure in on the way back home. Perfect trip.

Wedding, Part 20: Leaving Moab

Wednesday morning we were hoping to be able to climb Mt. Peale (the highest peak in the La Sals) but a fresh blanket of snow had fallen on Thursday and the weather wasn’t looking very promising. Instead, Blaze, Ezra, and Jolleen decided to start their trips back home leaving F and I relaxing on the couch with the History Channel’s series on the Presidents.

After a few hours of this though, F got restless and we decided to pack it up and go to Danette and Kirk’s for dinner. We packed up the van, closed up the rental house, and headed for Moab. Although Danette and Robin didn’t get home until late, it was still fun to have one more chance to catch up before we hit the road.

In the morning, F and Sprocket and I decided to head up into the La Sals. There was snow on the peaks and we felt sort of bad that Sprocket had been cooped up so much so we bailed on climbing Mt. Peale and stuck to hiking around with our pup. The colors were absolutely incredible and the crisp mountain air felt great.

Back in town it only took us a few minutes to make final departure preparations. We were a bit concerned about running into traffic in SLC so I browsed Back of Beyond Books while F dropped off our signed marriage license at the courthouse. Soon, it was time to leave for real. We made pretty good time on our way to Salt Lake, stopping in Green River to pick up a melon.

We decided that we deserved a treat so we hit up a little Indian food restaurant in the city. It tasted so delicious (now I want Indian food…). After dinner, we headed to Ogden to spend the night.

Up early in the morning, we headed north. As we drove through Pocatello, we decided we should go home via Highway 93 instead of the interstate. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), we were so busy discussing something that we missed our exit we intended to take and took a “scenic” route through the potato farms. We were pretty sad that EBR-1 was closed for the season but we stopped in Arco to take Sprocket’s picture with the USS-Hawkbill (aka “The Devil Boat,” SSN-666).

An accidental detour. Adventure!

The drive up US-93 was really pretty and it looked like there was LOTS of exploring to be done on both sides of the highway. I’m sure we’ll be back here, jeep in tow, to explore some more (still haven’t climbed Borah Peak!). In Challis, we stopped at the Ranger Station to see how the fires in the area were going. While we waited at the drive-in at the bowling alley (yes, the drive in at the bowing alley) for our burgers, we decided we weren’t in that big of a rush to get home and we were taking the Morgan Creek/Panther Creek road to Shoup. I mean, it was only Friday afternoon, right? We had the whole weekend ahead of us.