The day after our waterfall adventure–which, by the way, was celebrated with a sumptuous Brazilian churrasco–the boys climbed Mount Timpanogos.
Liz and I, being less adventurous, rode on the ski lift at Sundance instead.
I’d been skiing at Sundance, so the ride wasn’t new to me, but I’d never done it when there wasn’t snow on the ground and without heavy skis dangling from my feet. It’s a very different experience. Much warmer and slightly more challenging to get off at the end without getting knocked over, but also prettier and altogether quite enjoyable.
This was our view of Timp on the way up. We waved at the boys and wondered where they were. (Turns out they weren’t very far up yet. They didn’t make it back until long after dark.)
It’s funny. When I lived in Utah, I missed the desert and the wide open sky. Now that I live in Arizona again, I miss the mountains. Maybe someday I’ll have a house somewhere that has the best of both worlds. And an ocean nearby. And a million dollars. And a pony.
So…somebody get on that. (The pony is not essential, if that makes it any easier.)
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