When we made it to the clearing at the bottom of the rock scree near the falls. One of the rescuers called out to see if anyone would respond. We heard a sound and saw something behind the brush right up agains the base of the cliff.
Little did I know that I was hitting the sweet spot on that day. As soon as I got into Provo Canyon, I could tell there was a plenty of color. As I drove east into Heber, the color was intensifying. I was beginning to feel that I was in for a special treat.
After hiking up the hill, I discovered that there was a lot more to the trail.
Summer hiking is in full effect and I am loving it. I love being on the trail, feeling the heat, and of course, making some nice pix.
Sometimes when we flail, fight and resist, we only sink deeper, perhaps even drown in our unwanted reality.
The best of my photos from June 2020.
The trail itself is fantastic. There are sections that are simply magical. Birds chirping, Aspen leaves ruffling, waterfalls churning and the greens and flowers and views are quite nice.
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.