A Soaked Sunday into Utah’s Doorstep

After a rainy night tucked in at the RV park in Kemmerer, I stepped out just after 6am into a cold and wet morning — though thankfully, not raining at that moment. The crew and I had made a plan the night before: I’d run as far as I could, and if the weather turned rough, they’d come pick me up along the route.

So I started out, legs still carrying the weight of all the previous days, heading over the bridge and back onto Alternate Hwy 30 toward the west. The skies were thick with clouds, heavy and moody, and it was clear more rain was on the way.

After about 6 dry miles, the drizzle started — light at first, then steady. Before long, I was fully soaked, head to toe. But there was something calming about it too. The pace was relaxed. I let the miles come easy, a kind of "Sunday morning" run, flowing through the quiet and beautifully colored hills.

I hoped my crew would show up around mile 15 for a break, but no sign of them just yet. So I kept going. At mile 20, finally, I saw them — a welcome sight. I stopped for a quick warm-up and bathroom break, then we decided to go for 5 more miles to the junction of Hwy 30 and Hwy 89. A solid target. We also made sure everything was ready for another night of dry camping — cozy and simple.

When I wrapped up the run at mile 25, the skies opened up again. Heavy rain poured just as I stopped. Timing! Now, as I write this, the skies are clearing again. I’ve had a hot shower, I feel warm, I’m no longer hungry, and most importantly — I’m with my family.

We’re parked by the road, together, resting, sharing this quiet afternoon after another strong day. Tomorrow, the run continues — and so does the adventure.

Utah, I’m coming. Thanks for being with me. See you tomorrow.