It is once again foggy as we set out to drive over the Bighorn Mountains today.
The ascent is a steep series of switchbacks and we keep seeing signs for "scenic overlook" but all we see is fog. The fog is so thick, we can only see about twenty feet in front of the car. Suddenly the fog ends and we realize that we actually just drove up and out of a cloud.
The air is thin up here at just over 9,400 feet.
Snow fields cap the mountain and disappear into dark clouds.
What goes up must come down. While the official grade is 10%, we find out later that it is actually slightly steeper than the 10% allowed by law.
|That's an encouraging sign...|
We are so thankful for our brake controller right about now. Hubs has the steering wheel in a death grip and I am pushing the passenger side brake pedal through the floor.
|Yes, those are clouds we are scraping the bottoms of.|
Brake-cooling areas and runaway truck ramps are frequent sights, and we avail ourselves of the former to give the car a rest and disengage ourselves from high levels of stress.
Our mountaintop walk yields signs of spring...
...and breathtaking views over Wyoming.
Back to the task at hand.
We survive our steep descent and land in high desert. A truck-sized car wash in the town of Lovell provides some much needed grooming for both car and camper. Our wheel wells have at least two inches of mud caked in them and the Airstream has a lovely dirt-colored sheen. A large timer and deafening buzzer count down the seconds of water usage we have left.
I feel like we are on a Japanese game show.
I dash frantically around the car with soap and sponge while Hubs uses the power washer to cut through the mud. We are both soaked, covered in suds and mud, and trying to fish more quarters out of our pockets with soapy fingers as the seconds count down.
FIVE FOUR THREE TWO ONE
Out of breath and laughing, we climb back in the car and leave.
We make camp in the parking lot of the church we will attend tomorrow in the town of Powell.
It has been over three weeks since the last pug bath and it is high time to de-stink them. Using our backpacking solar shower, Hubs is almost gleeful at their discomfort and dislike of bath time. It is payback for their miscreant behavior in the car today.
Take that, clean pug!