And this post, well it may be the grand example of photos and writing only a mother (and her six kids and husband) could love. You can stop now. I should take the blog private but someone always talks me out it.
We do all kinds of hiking, biking and running around here, but Timpanogus– 15 miles, 8 hours, 4,652 ft vertical climb– feels like a true accomplishment. Erik used to hike Mt. Olympus with the boys on the last Saturday before school started, but Timp is such an adventure. In theory, the last summer hike culminates a season of several smaller mountain forays, working up to the all-day climb.
But it didn’t really work out that way this year.
Our summer of way too much fun meant Gabe hardly hiked at all. And within three miles his legs were aching. I slowed behind with him as we
got lost made a detour to Scout Falls.
Even when Gabe is tired, he’s cheerful and funny, cracking jokes and telling stories. I wasn’t exactly crushed when we decided to meet the others at Emerald Lake and within a few miles we caught up with Erik, Lisa, Dean and Izzy as they patiently waited for us.
So, I took hardly any photos, because it was just me and Gabe most of the hike and the drought killed all the wildflowers and it was just so much easier to keep the camera in my backpack.
but I did get a photo of the awesome toilet halfway up the mountain.
And this is the only photo I have of Lisa. Only she could look so adorable from that angle. Even Emerald Lake is a 13 mile hike, so Gabe is pretty tough. We waited there for these superheroes who completed the entire hike:
the boys: Seth (Stefan’s fabulous roommate at BYU), Stefan, Xander (who used up an entire inhaler on the ascent), Chet (Mr. Awesome) and Hans.
And that’s it. Here we are at the bottom (why aren’t we in this photo, Lisa?).
Gabe adores Dean. I often overhear him telling his buddies about, “My friend Dean…”
Ah but my lack of photos on this hike, opens the door to finally record our hike from two years ago. The images were already loaded into photobucket and have just been patiently waiting. I especially enjoy them because of this face:
Honestly, only two years ago. Look at Hansie, he was a kid. Look at me, I was so young and cute. He’s gone through a growth spurt; I’ve had an age spurt.
The hike may have been 2+ years ago, but I remember every moment. How often do you have an entire day to talk and laugh and eat masses of Oreos without any guilt? We were so silly other hikers told us, “We heard you laughing from a mile away.”
And the wildflowers. Oh my. Literally millions and millions of wildflowers scattered across the fields and hills. God’s own garden.
eating cinnamon pop tarts (the only true flavor of pop tarts) near the top
adding the summit to the Emerald Lake hike only adds two miles, but about two hours. And it’s rough. Both Xander and I were fighting for air as we reached the summit.
the view down to Emerald Lake
funny little shelter on top
It’s not that Stefan likes long hair, we just neglect to get it cut in the summer
You can hike back down the rocky path, but we prefer to circle around and slide down the glacier. Fast and freezing, this is the original alpine slide. We laughed and screamed and if we weren’t so tired, we would have hiked up and slid down again.
Age spurt– I’m not that skinny anymore.
See the way the glacier feeds into the lake? This gives you an idea of the water temperature.
Of course, Stefan jumped right in.
Ben knew what he was in for, but he jumped again.
My theme: if no one is wet or bleeding after a hike, you didn’t really have fun.
Xander calls this wise, I call it wimpy.
You’ll appreciate this photo if you’ve seen Hans lately.
Shirts back on, ready to head down.
obligatory flexing shot
No photo could better illustrate Ben and Stefan’s personalities.
down, down, down.
end of the hike
Ben’s beloved Converse. Ah, I miss those feet. But I miss this face even more:
worth seeing twice.