So, I hit a nice little summit today. Nothing spectacular as it is in the 90s now and that makes mountains tough. Lake Roosevelt off in the distance.
That’s not the fun part.
I hike back down to my truck and find a couple, in their 60s, I’m guessing, looking miserable. Clearly they are not used to the heat.
Long story short, their vehicle broke down and we are 20 miles from just getting cell service let alone finding someone that can help. No problem, I’ll get them to civilization.
They’re out wandering the American Southwest on a 6 month odyssey.
Here’s the thing, they are a French couple. The lady has a bit of English but the husband has none.
I’m almost pissing myself with excitement. 5 years of French I have under my belt. 3 in high school and 2 in college. This is my first chance after all these years to use my skills out in the wild.
I just start yapping and they light up.
Right up until they start replying. I’m catching about every 9th or 10th word. So sad. It’s too thick and I just can’t sort it out.
We had a good laugh when I told them they don’t sound anything like those tapes I had to listen to in school.