Over the past weekend over 700 hundred miles were driven in the pursuit of happiness and splendid isolation.  The weather was beautiful.  Life is all about the journey…

I love seeing everything the state of Utah has to offer so we packed up the car and headed into the incredibly desolate and isolated Northwest corner.

The fishing on this stream was pretty fast for bow and arrow casting, but I had the lady and the dogs with me and they weren’t as excited for the lack of back cast as I was.  So we went site seeing.

Probably the place that helped put an end to the Naf cafe.

On the way back to camp from sight seeing, the front tire happened to just so delicately fall off of the Jeep.

After jerry-rigging the tire back on we drove at 3 mph until we received cell service.  No one at Triple AAA even knew where Naf, Idaho was.  By 11 pm the tow truck arrived.  He wouldn’t drive us the additional ten miles out of the way to our camp, but took us the 70 miles to the nearest town.  From there we met up with Jourdan’s mom who took us back to SLC where we arrived at around 3 in the morning.

The following morning we made the trip back to Naf to retrieve our camping and fishing gear from our campsite.  The good thing about being in the middle of nowhere in the west is everything was there the following day.