If there’s any sign of rain in the Owyhee, I’m out of there!

That would be so bad!

This was the voice of experience. Doug and Scott had ridden an eastern section of what is now the Owyhee wilderness a couple of years back. The mud had solidified fossilizing cattle hoof-prints making the trail a little rough.

This was the voice of experience that led me to ignore my first best instinct to take a pass on another desert adventure with Doug Goodenough, Scott and Jen Trost, and Steve Largent. When the whining and cajoling began—we need you to chronicle the event, it’s the Death Valley Team all back together again, you won’t have to cook—when the blandishments came, I ignored good sense and once again fell in with bad company.

Of course, it rained.

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