Mountains Mountains Everywhere

Yesterday my bff Dawn and I went to the Provo Canyon trail and took ourselves a little walk. Well, it wasn't so little. We walked for about an hour and a half. And we were moving quickly. Oh it was lovely. So now on this trip I've been to Provo, Hobble Creek and Payson Canyons, and I've hiked the Y. So that's a lot of time in the mountains, which I won't complain about. Since I love the canyons and the mountains and such. It's so beautiful here, especially because of all the snow and rain they've had. It's a green summer in the UT! And I like it.

But last night brought back lots of memories...good memories.

So we used to go rollerblading in Provo Canyon...me and my Brick Oven crew, usually. And you know how there are certain smells that make you remember things. Well Provo Canyon has such smells. And sights. And sounds. Even the way the river cools the trail down was familiar. You will be moving a long and you'll feel this cold patch of air. The river is moving really quickly this time of year because of all the snow and rain that I mentioned. And so you really feel the cold patches a lot.

So there we were, walking along, and remembering. Oh, I am grateful for good memories of fun times in college. I loved my college days. I don't want to go back. I'm content to think about the good times, the good friends, the rollerblading adventures in Provo Canyon.

Like the first time I went (rollerblading that is). Let me regale you with a story from my youth! We were blading down the trail, and thankfully I was wearing pads, especially on my wrists and elbows. I had rented my rollerblades from a store at BYU. There we were, over halfway back to the car, cruising along and enjoying the ride when a wheel popped off the back of one of my skates. I was on my trash quicker than you can say lickity split! Tammy, the darling girl that she is, stayed with me. Of course, I had no shoes...so how was I to walk down? And there was no fixing the rollerblade. It was done! Much to my great happiness, along came my gentleman rescuer! He carried me, piggy-back style, to his car. And then he drove me down the canyon to my waiting friends.

I ended up buying rollerblades at his store and going on a date with the boy. He did rescue me after all. There was zero romantic connection...unfortunately. Because how cool would that be to say that I met my future spouse after tragically falling on my bum on the Provo Canyon trail? That would be super awesome. Oh what good times!

I never thought I would say this...but! I heart Utah Valley!