The first time we saw an owl in the wild, we went ballistic. It was late dusk- practically dark. It was a little barn owl perched on a gate. We were driving in the bird refuge and pulled as close to it as we could in our cars, took completely horrible pictures, and left feeling like our lives were complete.
I’ve been fortunate in life to have four cousins my same age. Growing up, we got into all sorts of mischief and giggle fits and every time we saw one another we begged and begged our parents to let us have sleepovers. There was a large family camping trip every single summer. Those are among my favorite memories. My cousins and I have sung loudly near the cliffs of the Grand Canyon, ate delicious Huckleberry Ice Cream at Glacier National Park, piled rocks at Mesa Verde, and made fun of some random girl’s thong in front of Mount Rushmore.
We live in a desert, next to mountains that are amazingly grand. I love the endless, rolling expanse of sage with pale, periwinkle peaks in the distance. But I’ve also fallen in love with our marshy bird refuges.
It’s very warm.
We’ve had no snow, which means our water supply will inevitably be cut short this year.
I’ve been a little MIA lately, but I blame it on Colton and I graduating and planning all our summer trips. And I’ve also flown to two sides of the U.S. and the other side of the world in the past three months, and the thought about organizing all those pictures and typing up posts can be rather daunting sometimes. 🙂
We spent a beautiful weekend in the Tetons for Valentine’s. The weather was supposed to be beautiful, everyone else seemed to be going somewhere south, and we’d heard reports that the Yellowstone bears were coming out of hibernation.
“What you are doing is exploring. You are undertaking the first experience, not of the place, but of yourself in that place… nobody can discover the world for anybody else. It is only after we have discovered it for ourselves that it becomes a common ground and a common bond, and we cease to be alone.”
Christmas Day is basically the best day of the year. The day after Christmas is probably the worst. You’ve already played with your toys, watched 10 of your new movies, and eaten yourself sick from treats. So instead of moping around the house, we took a drive out to Antelope Island for the sunset. Not only was it beautiful, but saw a few critters we were not expecting to see.
I wanted to get out of the house for a bit before the Superbowl today, so we picked out a new trail we’d never been on before. The Wild Rose trailhead was our destination, located on the benches of North Salt Lake.
These pictures are from a hike we took on Christmas Eve up Elephant Rock. It hadn’t snowed yet, so the trails were clear, the moss was growing all over tree trunks, and we saw some flowers almost blooming.