We wanted to ride up Antelope Pass, because we'd heard about it, but never been there. Jeff thought we could make it, but some people at the guard station thought it was still snowed in. We thought we'd go as far as we could though. We didn't quite make it to the top. We probably had about one more switchback is all. The wind was blowing about 80mph and Jeff told me he just had a bad feeling, so we turned around and came back down.
On Sunday, we read in the paper that a man and his wife, from Blackfoot, crashed right near where we were. It killed the man, and they had to life flight the lady to Pocatello. I guess it happened about 2 hours after we were up there, and it was after six when they finally got her air lifted out. We saw a couple come down and go to a ranch house as we were leaving...it wasn't until Sunday when we ran into them, that they told us they had come down to call for help. It was the same couple we had talked to about going over the pass that morning.
The other thing that was weird, is that the lady was from Paul, and I had known her famiy when I was younger. Small world, huh?
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