I am not feeling particularly witty or narrative this evening. I just returned from a trip to Zion National Park where I hiked the Subway with some "friends". You may question the quotation marks- trust me they were good people- I just didn't know them previously. After 3 days and 2 nights of road trip, camping, hiking- you get to know people. I wanted to go- an opportunity presented itself so I jumped on it. Everything turned out great- except for leaving my purse at the Subway restaurant in Spanish Fork so I had no money, camera, or Book of Mormon for the whole trip. I was the beggar of the trip. The purse was returned in the end so no real harm done- and all debts paid in full. No offense to the group but it just couldn't compare to the Havasupai crowd. I felt i had signed up for somewhat of a reunion for a BYU ward I was not a part of. Beggars can't be choosers and we have already established my beggar status.
I love the red rock of Southern Utah
I don't love eating at Taco Bell
I love hiking
I don't love my knees telling me I am not as young as I used to be
I love Dutch oven dinners
I don't love driving to Southern Utah without air conditioning
I love talking and laughing late at night in a tent
I don't love bug invasions
I love adding to my list of firsts
The Subway is a hot and cold sandwich. A hot hike in the sun to start followed by repelling and swimming through FREEZING water. The kind that your muscles start to loose function because the blood starts retreating to protect the core and resultingly your coordination required more concentration than usual. Hiking in and out of the stream until you reach the actual Subway portion. Before we were able to drive off in the sun I thought my jaw would be sore the next day because my teeth were chattering so bad. But the beauty is spectacular so the mind has some diversion. In this sandwich the hot is the bread on either side. The last few miles practically full sun with switchbacks to top it off. I am grateful for the stairs I take daily at work because the switchbacks full of stairs was pretty easy. (I counted up the stairs I take at work and to go from lower level 2 to the 11th floor is 1008 stairs.) When all was said and done we hiked close to 10 miles and I was ready to change out of my swimsuit.
Pictures are supposed to come out on facebook- when they do I will post some. Otherwise a short day hike to the emerald pools, a drive out to Grafton the ghost town, some games, and a drive through the tunnel sums up the last three days. I give it a "good" rating for a trip.