Last weekend we headed up to Sinks Canyon in Wyoming for some climbing. On Sunday things took an exciting turn when the Canyon caught on fire. We noticed a small fire burning down by the road as we were hiking along the cliffline during a break between routes. It looked like this:
It didn't look too significant, but the wind was pretty strong, so we thought maybe we'd head back to our stuff and start packing up. By the time we got back to our gear, the fire had grown, and we ended up running down the trail alongside billows of glowing orange smoke with ash falling on our heads. It looked like this from down on the road:
Everyone got out safely, but it ended up burning the whole hillside up to the cliffs.
After escaping the fire, we decided to head home-- and hit a blizzard on I-80. There was hardly any snow-- not more than an inch or two-- but the wind whipped those two inches around to the point that you couldn't see anything at times. We passed 5 18-wheelers that had been blown over onto their sides by the wind. Seven hours later (including a solid 2 of Logan screaming) we finally made it home.
Here's a few other pictures from the less eventful parts of the weekend.
Logan (10 months) playing with Anabel (7 months)
Logan and Daddy hanging out at the crag
Logan studying his sippy cup. He likes to bend the nipple back and release, which makes the water fly pretty far. When we're in the car, he can spray us from the backseat.
It didn't look too significant, but the wind was pretty strong, so we thought maybe we'd head back to our stuff and start packing up. By the time we got back to our gear, the fire had grown, and we ended up running down the trail alongside billows of glowing orange smoke with ash falling on our heads. It looked like this from down on the road:
Everyone got out safely, but it ended up burning the whole hillside up to the cliffs.
After escaping the fire, we decided to head home-- and hit a blizzard on I-80. There was hardly any snow-- not more than an inch or two-- but the wind whipped those two inches around to the point that you couldn't see anything at times. We passed 5 18-wheelers that had been blown over onto their sides by the wind. Seven hours later (including a solid 2 of Logan screaming) we finally made it home.
Here's a few other pictures from the less eventful parts of the weekend.
Logan (10 months) playing with Anabel (7 months)
Logan and Daddy hanging out at the crag
Logan studying his sippy cup. He likes to bend the nipple back and release, which makes the water fly pretty far. When we're in the car, he can spray us from the backseat.
Logan hanging out in his nest of puffys.
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