mt timp

 On Saturday, the sissies, pop, and I hiked up to Mt. Timp. It was treacherous! But also delightful. We awoke at 4:30 in the morn and started on the trail by 6:00. 

I suffered from multiple blisters on the trek back down the mountain. Seriously, my whole toe was a blister. It made walking a bit tricky. Tricky, indeed.

It was a lovely view, quite a workout, and some great sister-father bonding. Kewl!

mt timp

on friday, my dad and i hiked mt timpanogos. it is 16 miles round trip and about 4900 feet of elevation gain. that's like hiking straight up almost a mile!

i've been wanting to do this hike for years with my dad. we've just never found a time that we could both do it in the small window of time when the weather permits.

we got up at 4:10 am and started the hike at 5:45 am. lovely. it was a good thing we did, though, because it took us 10 hours and 20 minutes.

the view the whole time was quite amazing.

we hiked across snow for a good 45 minutes. in july. weird. the day before we had gone boating on the lake and then the next day we were hiking in snow.

the end was the killer. it was ever so steep. we saw some mountain goats doing their thing, running across the thinnest of rocks like it was nothing. we made it to the saddle and could look over the whole valley. it was quite a sight to behold. we sat and ate lunch, then my dad sent me to the top because he was just too tuckered out. he'd done it before so he wasn't too sad to not make it to the very top this time. it was only another 45 minutes up, and up it was. it was halfsies of hiking and rock climbing. but i made it to the top! 4900 feet up from where i'd started!

on the way down, we almost died. our buns were s'dang sore. i was blistering on my heel and my legs were aching and my feet were killing me. and we ran out of water. good thing dad had his trusty water filter and we got water from the river. i haven't gotten sick yet so i think the filter did it's job in stopping me from drinking any diseases.

anyway, i don't know if i would call it 'fun', but i would definitely say it was awesome. and it was a good time with my daddio. One thing checked off my bucket list. Dun dun.

At the saddle

At the tippity top

31 years

My parents got married 31 years ago today.

My dad was the 3rd guy that wanted to marry my mom. Third one's the charm.

He asked her randomly one day, and she said she'd have to think about it.

She was crazy... I mean look at this man.

She was only crazy for a few days till she said, "Mmmmkay." 

They got married and had some kids, including myself.

[Their younger years]

 Not only are they ridiculously good looking; they also have ridiculously good looking kids.

But in all seriousness, I really can't tell anyone how much I love those parents of mine. Sometimes it hurts. They are my ultimate heroes. I consider myself an excellent cook just because my mother is. And I always compare men to my dad and usually they aren't good enough, no offense to them.

 

They've still got it.

the worst moment

in the world is when it's time to leave home to go back to logan.
i hate it.
i feel like crying, most times.
like today.
once i'm at my logan house, i'm fine. totally fine.
it's just that moment when i have to leave my momma and pops.
i get sad inside. 

boat 'n go

Boating is probably in my list of 'Top 1 Favorite Thing To Do', as you can probably tell by the looks of this picture coming up. Unfortunately, it's over till next year. Which means this winter's gonna be a cold one. Cold in my heart.     

This was on a 'hot summer day' when we were getting ready to tube. You may laugh, but goggles do offer a certain kind of freedom, if you will, while tubing. 

 

I've learned a few things this year while boating. I mean, I was out 9 or 10 times this summer, so I think I know my stuff by know, thanks. 

1. No matter what the temperature, it's always a 'hot summer day' to Mom. Or so she tells us so we'll get our butts in the water. 

2. The Banana Boat can be vicious. Cuts and bruises are often given.

3. When your goggles break, it sucks.

4. Don't trust your friends. Pretty much every bit of damage that has happened to the boat or toys on the boat are because of friends. (Don't take it personally, they weren't my friends).

5. Boating makes you tan for 1 day afterwards.

6. If you biff it, it better be with style. Like so.

7. A good photographer is vital.

8. If the water is choppy, or 'chop chop', then you're gonna suck out there.

9. If you swallow a gulp of water in Utah Lake, you've probably got your leafy greens for the day.

10. If you want Dad to run off the boat or climb the tower and jump, just play 'Fly Like An Eagle'. And he'll fly, oh, he'll fly.

coordinated.

If I had one word to describe my dad, that would probably be it.

After my one post about my dad's 'coordination' we decided to prove to everyone that he really is coordinated. So here's your proof:

Check that man out. Now that's legit.

Not only is he coordinated, but he wakeboards in style. I mean check out that form.

So if you had any doubts before, I hope these pictures set you straight.

pops

I have the best one in the world.
AKA Father, Dad, Daddy, Pappy, Daddio, and probably some more.
He's bald, he's buff, and he looks really good with scruff.
D'you wanna know why he is so cool?

Cuz.

He's classy.

He's coordinated.

He's romantic.

And then some.

He's the coolest.

One time while playing Scrabble he tried to put "Hogfat".

One time in high school when I was taking the class of death, Chemistry, I was on what Mom and Dad called "Mandatory Study Time" because of crappy grades. Dad was helping me with chemistry because that's his forte. I was frustrated and mad when I came across an element, Selenium. Dad said, "It's Selenium Dion!" Humor like this is what got me through those nights. And I've never thought of Chemistry, or Celine Dion, the same since.

I went home for the weekend a few months ago and I needed to tell Mom and Dad about my Dietetics program since I had just gotten in. There's a really expensive internship I have to do and it's a year long after I graduate. So I started to tell them about it.
Me: "Dad, I have some kind of bad news..."
Dad: "What? Are you pregnant?!"

I love my dad.

Oh. Btw, I'm not pregnant.