Wolverine

 

We went down Wolverine.  The petrified wood was legion.  It was fun for a while.  Then it turned into a bit of a slog.  One of the books said that you could make it to Horse Creek in about five miles.  When we stopped for lunch my GPS said 4.5.  My left knee hurt.  It was a long way to the Chev.  We decided to go down for another 30 minutes.  Thirty seconds later, I turned the corner.  I was under one of the biggest blind arches I'd ever seen.  Magnificent.  Worth the walk.  And, it got better from there.  When the GPS said six, I turned us around.  EDO was moping; my knees were both hurting.  About the only one with any zip was VSO.  She powered us back to the truck.  Eleven miles over rough country in five hours.  There were a few sore feet in the group.  Fortunately, where sore feet go, yuppies, hippies, bobos, and euros do not.  We enjoyed a few minutes of silence.