Where humidity reins supreme
Well, we made it back to Vermont. What a ride. After Tuba City and Zion National Park (just the southern tip), I arrived in Ogden to connect with my sister and her family while I enjoyed some do-nothing days of reading, knitting, and...yep, just reading and knitting. We talked and laughed, enjoyed some television in their media room, and caught up on all the news. After a few days, it was time to meet Joerg (who had been in Oregon on a business trip) at the Salt Lake City Airport. For the rest of this journey, we would be together and able to share the driving. We headed north for Montana by way of the western edge of Wyoming, but before we could make it to Livingston, where we had an Airbnb waiting for us, we would have to contend with one of the challenges of the west...flat tires. Many of the road we traveled as we looked at property were dirt, rock, or gravel. Eventually, it was bound to cause trouble as one of those rocks hit just the right angle at just the right pressure t