Rolled down to Salt Lake City this morning for some meetings. The fastest way to get back up the mountain is Parley’s Canyon, but the prettiest is Emigration Canyon—a winding mountain road that peaks at 6,000 feet. From there, you can hike a trail that takes you up to 7,200 with an epic view of the city you just escaped.
I have a hard time not stopping here.
Made some friends right off the bat.
At first, I was like, “This is nice.”
Cactus flowers are awe-inspiring.
Then I was like, “Man, it’s a little hot out today.”
I looked back down the trail after a couple miles and thought, “Maybe I should head back.”
Then I looked up and thought, “Nope.”
When I got to the base of the steepest leg I encountered a gosh darn beautiful meadow of flowers. A good sign.
And another friend who moved too fast for focus.
But it didn’t get any easier… What with the flaked rock…
And the thickets that tried to suffocate me, despite their beauty.
But the feeling when you emerge to a view like this…
It’s like, “YES!”
Then, “Check this out!”
Then, “Whoa, there’s not a lot of air up here, I’m getting pretty sunburned and there’s no water left.”
But the view… The Great Salt Lake to the West.
The last snow in the Wasatch to the South.
And to the East, the crystal Wasatch Watershed and damn near Colorado.
On the way down, I made another friend who didn’t wanna hang.
Oh and nothing feels
better worse than running outta water when hiking with one of Utah’s finest water sources in constant view.
But it was awesome.