Almost three thousand miles of straight interstate behind me, I took the scenic route out of Rock Springs up to Pilot Butte on Wild Horse Canyon Road.
I drove to the base of the butte but opted not to try and drive up it because, though I thought I could make it to the top, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to turn around. And there was an in-progress ruckus anyway, a pickup trying to make the turn managed to twist sideways enough to lose its whole toolbox and a bed full of bags of concrete.
On the way back to pavement, I found this road’s namesake.
