I was looking forward all week to getting out today into some fall scenery. I was not disappointed.
Sweat was dripping down my face and mixing with the tears that were falling. A few people gave me a strange look and I politely gestured to the TV. They figured out what was going on and they too, stopped for the remainder of the silence.
They kept asking and asking about going to the beach. I kept telling them that this was not the time to go.
Yesterday I finally did something I had been planning to do for over 4 years. I climbed Mt. Timpanogos. We encountered what I will now forever call, Satan's Cliff of Eternal Hell and Damnation.
Then all of a sudden, I saw an American flag vigorously waving in the stiff breeze to my left. I started to walk toward it and then realized it was perched on the very edge of a sheer rock cliff.
In the past few weeks I have been feeling something. Or maybe thinking something. Ok, actually, both. I haven't really been able to figure it out.
Fortunately, while we now see the storm heading rapidly toward us, we do not need to panic because we can handle the winds and rough seas. We can be prepared.
I can't believe this was 5 years ago this summer. I took my children on a vacation through Florida and this happened at a hotel pool. I knew this type of thing happens, I just didn't know it could happen in Florida of all places.
Our goal today was to get to the top of Buffalo Peak. In May, we made up to the base of the last steep push to the peek. However, Ann and I were so distracted by the flowers, as shown in the post from May, that we ran out of time and said we would have to come back and do it again.
I love to learn. I love to travel. I love the outdoors. I love to explore. I love to take pictures. I was able to do them all in abundance on a camping trip this week.