We live near the top of a gorgeous mountain nestled in the Wasatch range. Hiking seems like an obvious pastime but we forget to go. Perhaps it's the ten months of winter that makes summer strange and new each year or maybe it's just all the wild life in our yard makes us wonder how much wilder the untamed parts are. But it's been two years since we've walked out our front door and headed north towards the summit and the peaks beyond.
On Friday we gathered up our dog and water bottles and began our trek. It was gorgeous and Chocolate loved being free. He seems to have a good instinct for sweeping an area for danger and keeping just far enough ahead to alert us to anything out of the ordinary. It was great to see him be a dog; I feel sorry for him that so much of his life is on the leash and under control.
We hiked for an hour and a half before my poor stomach couldn't take anymore. It was gorgeous being out in the wild with nothing but the occasional mountain biker for company. And the views of the valley were breathtaking. Here's some photos, click on them to enlarge: