Lemus, Jeffe, SamDog, and BJP
Objective: natural Indian Creek splitters
Date: December 2007, a Monday
Content: Jeffe and BJP arrived to camp in the snow bel
low the Bridger Jack towers only to have winter's door slam shut immediately behind them. Would Lemus be shut out of the Creek? It was puking snow and pitch black. We slipped and slid our way back to the parking lot to send Lemus a text: Stay in Moab. I passed a fine hour watching the snow in the headlights. The dry desert snow was ankle deep by ten and it would continue to puke all night. Headlights flashed up! Is it Lemus and SamDog?
No. Just a statie.
Have you seen a woman driving a grey sedan?
No sir.
Ok. They calling for seven inches of snow.
Sounds good.
Ok. Bye.
We watched the hemi-powered search party roll into the black a
nd white night.
Fire. Dinner. Sleep.
Wake up. Check weather.
More Sleep!
Wake up.
Check weather.
Sleep.
Ponder.
Are Lemus and SamDog safe in a lovely Moab motel or three feet deep in a snow bank?
Deeper pondering.
Check the weather. Seven inches of new snow overnight. Clouds over head. Jeffe and BJ assess the sitch. The Creek is full of snow and only one rope team but will they send?
Jeffe ponders. BJP mumbles to himself by the truck. How will Lemus and SamDog be found?
