Stuck in South Canyon

by Barry Burton
Arkansas, USA

Stuck in South Canyon

Having just graduated from high school, I was 18 and living with my parents in Denver, Colorado. In the summer of 1982 I decided to take my most daring trip ever. I wanted to go to Utah and visit a dear friend I’d known four years. My father had given me a small (250cc) street motorcycle as a graduation present, and I hatched a plan to ride it to Utah.

I was to get an early start, ride all day, and arrive at my destination (Paradise, Utah) that evening. Arriving in Ogden, Utah, in late afternoon, I looked at my map for an alternate route to save time. A small line on the map indicated an unimproved road heading northeast — straight to the little town of Paradise!

Of course I headed for it. The road quickly became a single lane, dirt farm road winding through fields. As long as it was dry surely I’d be OK. Suddenly, I lost control of the motorcycle and it fell over. I wasn’t hurt because I wasn’t going fast, but I was puzzled and couldn’t figure out what had happened. It was dark now, so while my headlight showed me where the road was, I couldn’t tell its condition, only that it was smooth.

I started again, and once more fell over after a few feet. I looked around and found myself very alone in a high mountain field. For the first time during the trip I started to get worried.

A few minutes later I couldn’t believe what I saw — a pair of headlights bouncing along the road toward me, coming from the direction I was headed!

The man driving the small pickup stopped and asked if I needed any help. Not the type to bother others with my problems, I said I thought I could get where I was going on my own, but thanked him for the offer. He explained the problem — a rain had passed over during the day, leaving the dirt roadbed very slippery and muddy.

After another unsuccessful attempt I finally accepted his help, and we loaded the bike into the back of his truck. He turned around and took me back the direction he came from — to the place I was trying to go.

I asked him why he was out there in the field at such a late hour to begin with. He told me that he just had a feeling he needed to go down that road, but wasn’t sure why. Then he found me.

It took us the better part of an hour to make it to the next paved road. All the while I was amazed that he was able and willing to be there, especially considering the condition the road was in further along. I will always be grateful to him for going out of his way on a dark night to the middle of nowhere… to rescue me.

Originally published as HeroicStories #646 on Jan 6, 2006

4 thoughts on “Stuck in South Canyon”

  1. I enjoy reading about someone going out of their way to help someone. I noticed that most of these stories are ten years old or older. Do you ever publish stories with a newer timeline?

  2. A native of Indiana now living in Washington State, I lived in Utah for 17 years and I’m not surprised at the answer the pickup driver gave that he “just had a feeling”. About 60 percent of the population of Utah are members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints who believe that God, Our Heavenly Father, still speaks to us today and that as His children, all of us can receive that communication. When we are trying to live God’s laws, these feelings will come to bless the lives of ourselves and our family. On occasion, those feelings will be for us to bless the lives of others as in this beautiful story.

    • I was just about to say that I wondered where these special communications come from, You have answered my question. Even ethose of us raised from birth in a Christian home and attending church every Sunday, often lose touch with the voice of God, and many stop believing that it exists. reading something like this story and your comment lets us know that God has not gone anywhere. It is we who have left. Thank you.


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