The Waterfall

 

Last Saturday, I again had one of those experiences where I became aware of those muscles I didn’t know I had.  They are still there and every time I get up to do anything I am painfully reminded of that fact, as is everyone else as I moan in varying tones of ooooos, aaaaaas, eeeeeees, and UGHs!!!!

This is the Waterfall.  I don’t know if it has a real name other than Waterfall.  I think people like those in Chris’ family must have named it, knowing the creativity attempted in naming their family pets:  “Grey-kitty” or “Black-kitty.”  If I had the opportunity to name it it would probably be called The Fount of Burning Quads.

My dad, Erin, and Bill were the best hikers in the group.  The kids all did a really great job too!

Have you noticed that everyone seems to be in front of me, all the time?  Some are trail blazers and some are trail trousers.

The only people aware of my photo taking is the adorable Mr. Isaac peaking between those tree trunks and Reed in the back.

The Conquering Hiker!

This year has been the 5th wettest recorded in Utah.  A good part of our trail was covered in water from all of the quickly melting snow.  Several times I was tempted to put my head in the very swollen river but refrained and was instead satisfied by putting a cloth in the freezing water and rubbing it all over my face.  Ahhhh….

Can you see my dad perched upon that rock?

The trail was tough for wimpy ol’ me but the beauty of the waterfall made it worth the hike up to see it.  Even better than the waterfall was the time being with the family.  Maybe next time we hike I’ll be more familiar with those long lost muscles.