I step on the gas and continue up the steep hill running over miscellaneous rocks and dead tree limbs that have fallen down long ago. Still Google is urging me forward. Alright enough is enough. I would stop, but I’m concerned I may not be able to regain my momentum up the steep grade…
Our path is now final. We are on our way to Arkansas and Tennessee, eventually Georgia and South Carolina. This represents a change in my original plans for us. I wanted to see the Gulf, but it’s not in the cards due to the bad weather we have watched unfold in Texas this year. I will save it for another year of exploration.
With the coach all hitched to the workhorse, Jagger and I say good-bye to Bannack Ghost Town and head South-East to Island Park, Idaho
Strolling down the main road in town you can image what it was like so many lifetimes ago.
A little precarious at times, not only from the rough road needing a high clearance vehicle, but a couple of very steep drop off’s if you miss a turn.