We love our poor Chevy Metro--Vladimir since his christening--but he doesn't do very well over 55 and has no AC. He chugged along in the Southern Utah heat but acted more like a microwave than anything. And so we abandoned him asap on arrival, rushed off to our hike, and had adventures with lizards, slid down the mountains (that was me) to be saved only by grabbing hold of killer sage-brush (it can cut!), having fun taking pictures, and yodeling. We never thought twice about our keys though. When we trekked up the hill to go home and reached in our pockets, it went like this: "Honey, you have the keys, right?" "No, Erik, you do... yes?" "Uh, no... [Surveys vast landscape of death and heat] ...Oh dear." Providence favored and we saw the keys in the car... which meant no combing of the sands would be necessary. But, of course, the door was locked.
We made good friends In the next 45 minutes as the sun began its setting and the families there came back into the parking-lot (one of them being a sweet German family visiting America), by simply asking them if they had any metal wire like a hangar we could use to pry the lock open (though I still don't know how that would have worked should we have found one... I was looking for a nice rock to smash the window in). They were all so willing to help! They rallied together, and we brainstormed. After getting 2 minutes of reception and calling the rangers on Mike's phone, we all just sat around to wait and talked about kids, choir, Blanding, family etc. (y'know, the usual). And then as soon as the rangers had arrived and left again for more tools Rob found the secret key-box! (which I didn't know existed) and we said our fair-wells. Amazing day in all... a little reminder of the amazing sights and the wonderful people in this world (especially those that know more than me :-)
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Sam
7/4/2012 03:01:39 am
Love the pictures - and am glad you didn't have to break the window!
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