By Michael Lanza
We’ve hiked just over three miles into a four-day backpacking trip in Idaho’s Sawtooth Mountains when my wife, Penny, and I cross yet another rock-strewn valley meadow below craggy cliffs of shattered granite, enter the cool shade of forest, and come to a stop. The very obvious trail we’ve been following has abruptly disappeared—exactly as we expected, because our map shows this trail terminating here. End of the road.
But not really.