I tediously tapped my fingers on my steering wheel for the thousandth time... a 40 minute drive was now closing on it's second hour thanks to some schedule master who decided it was a good idea to funnel Friday night traffic into one lane twice within 5 miles of each other on a major interstate. Finally we made it through, grabbed our gear and were on our way to Maple. A late start.
The climbing was amazing. Every time I make it down here I can't get over how unique it is. Nestled in the hills above Fountain Green, UT it is a close location that feels foreign. I love it.