The storms rage away outside our window. It feels good to know we made the right decision - not to sleep out there. We're safe inside for the night.
But in the morning we have to get back to the trail. It could take all day: hitching out of a city is hard work. We start by taking an Uber to Starbucks and then walking/hitching/walking from there.
It's five hours before we're finally one road away from our destination with another storm rolling in at any second. A rancher pulls up to the four way stop with his windows open, about to turn left.
"Can we go with you?" Mud calls out.
He stops in the middle of the intersection to let us hop in. I'm happy to see there are two herding dogs in the back and spend the whole ride patting their heads. The older one nuzzles me every time I stop. We drive away from the storm and into the foothills.
We set up the tent right away in preparation for the storm to hit, but it never comes. With a few hours of daylight left, we pack up and walk on. Our trail is a dirt road for a while and then takes us into a canyon wash with red rocks on either side and small pools of water leftover from last night's storms. Finally, we've found the Enchantment of the grand enchantment trail! Our very own canyon. It's the most beautiful thing we've seen in days.
We're sad to leave the magical canyon but happy to find water in a nice cattle trough. We've climbed up onto a plateau now and are following a cattle trail. We pitch our tent and make dinner, then fall asleep as lightning glows on the horizon.
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