As we progressed down the steep ravine above Palmer Canyon, I felt comforted that at least the llamas had sure footing. Yanaqui and White Shadow, our two faithful companions, had traversed the meadows, streams, and rocky crags, had weathered snow storms and high mountain passes. As we approached the fertile, almost tropical valley at the base of Palmer Canyon, Palmer Creek greeted us with its ancient water-smoothed boulders and gentle babblings. This was truly another of those inexplicable magical moments on the trail. It was all so perfect. As we confidently crossed the ambling stream and followed the trail on the other side, we fought wellings of panic as the trail ceased to exist. No worries, just follow the creek to New Fork River. The next few hours, Yanaqui and White Shadow led the lost over downfall centuries thick, across the newly formed raging river, until finally the trail appeared as if never lost. Heroes they were, our four footed friends.....

Our llama expedition was one of the most incredible trips of our lives. From the moment we met up with our "llama trainer" at the trailhead to when Albert met us when we came out at New Fork Lake, Yanaqui and White Shadow were incredible companions. Even when we were at Penny Lake and Yanaqui managed to outwit his lead rope and come undone, the trailhead training we received taught us to not panic and just bring out the "cookie jar". Sure enough, Yanaqui was back on his lead rope without a hassle. They are absolutely magnificent animals. We hope to make this an annual endeavor. Thank you Albert and Sondra for a trip of a lifetime. May we have many more!

Excerpts from the Palmer Family Trip, August, 2002