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.
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.
What are the chances? There are hundreds and hundreds of trails within 30 minutes of my house. It was Sunday morning after 8am, which in Utah, you barely see anyone. And I run into the same people riding their horses. Go figure.
I walked into the middle of bowl and decided to just sit down, be still, listen and relax. Of course I also had to take pictures and video. I just can help myself!
The best of my photos from June 2020.
Today, Ann and I climbed up more than half way to 4.1 miles. We had a 2,100 foot elevation increase on this wonderfully beautiful journey on a day with perfect hiking weather. Another key milestone for today was the fact that we reached 9,500 feet of altitude on the hike. That is the highest I have ever been hiking.
One of trails that leads to the summit of Timp is the Timpooneke (tim-poo-new-key) Trail. This morning, after the rain stopped, I drove up into American Fork Canyon and went to the trail. My intention was to hike about 1.4 miles in on the trail, count it as a bit of practice for the 14.2 mile hike to the summit and back.
Sometimes being in the wrong place works out fine. My hike today was an example of that.