South Fork rains
I thought I was set for clear skies but clouds are building overhead. After a stop along dramatic cliffs above the South Fork, I continue uphill to the Y-Stop and pull in alongside a group of dusty UTVs.
“Where are you headed?” a lady passenger in the UTV beside me wonders after pulling the dust filtering bandana from her face.
“Up to Lava Ridge, I think.” She doesn’t seem to know where that is.
“We were up by Trinity,” she says.
“Oh yeah,” I reply. “Were you able to get to the top?” I expect there’s still snow up there but am not sure.
“No, the gate at the bottom was closed,” she explains. I know that gate well.
Rain has started falling as I depart with a bottle of root beer and bag of jerky tucked in the now properly secured top box behind me. I didn’t need snacks but always feel like I should get something at the Y-Stop.