Well, I haven’t felt like blogging lately. Can you tell? Everyone wrote such lovely Mother’s day entries so I don’t think I’m going to. Besides it’s already Tuesday. I enjoyed myself but nothing really to write home about (oh, I mean write to the world about).
I do love the photograph that my sister posted last year of my mother.
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Jeremy and I did have some adventures though. They went as usual…
Friday evening we headed up Big Cottonwood Canyon for a hike. Jer really wanted to do Donut Fall because he’s never done it. I thought that was fine because it was a short family friendly hike. Well, upon arrival we discovered the main gate was locked. So we had to walk up the road to the trail head. This probably added another mile round trip but being the trouper that I am I went along with a grouchy smile ready to say “I told you so” at any minute.
Half way up the road we ran into these (sorry, I know my shots aren’t that great) …
A momma moose and her teen calf. The about 100 years up the road we met…
the Papa moose. He startled me a little bit because he headed right for us. We stepped aside and he pass right by. Wowzers. Pretty cool, eh?
My grouchy smile went away and I began to enjoy myself. The hike continued but it started to get dark and the trail began to be covered in snow in shady spots. I had on my chacho’s, favorite hiking sandals, and every now and then my feet would sink down deep into the icy snow. Burrrr! We continued on only because I knew the trail and thought it wasn’t too much further.
We finally arrived and the falls. By now it was pitch dark and we had to feel are way around the river because we had no flash lights. Jer couldn’t see the “donut” of rock that the water fall had cut out but I think he still enjoyed himself.
I feel like I need to have some climax… like… I fell in the river or we got lost in the dark but nothing climatic happened. Just some dumb teens that showed up and ruined our quiet, dark hike.
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On Saturday we got a babysitter and headed up the Canyon again to go climbing. Just me and him. It was going to be lovely but instead we had some near death experiences. I didn’t take my camera to show you so I don’t think I’ll write about it. It might just bore you. (besides, I’ve been on the computer long enough)
My name is Manda and I love creating 
I want the near death experiences. Also, Mr. Moose? AWESOME.
Because it was a NEAR death experience it doesn’t really sound that cool. I don’t have any war wounds or scary photos. It involved a missing rope, a rushing river and a slippery log. I think I’ll just keep you wondering and pretend that I have the strength of Tom Hanks on Mission Impossible when he’s hanging from the cliff with one hand.