The guilt I currently feel for choosing to blog rather than tend to my Life Span Psych online discussion board is palpable, but I've decided that after sipping lazily on a cup of hot tea, petting Lucy's soft head for a spell, picking out my next pair of road shoes, cleaning two bunches of kale, planning this evening's dinner and glancing briefly at my school planner...I'd rather blog.
And what do I do whilst dreaming of dreamy things? Why I look back on beautiful pictures of course!
I think we probably live in one of the most beautiful places I've seen. And I'm totally biased. Our 'back yard' is a veritable feast of natural delight and wonder; a gross exploitation of awesome; a playground of august proportions. Yes, I used the adjective 'august'. And, yes, I just said 'adjective'. In a blog post.
On my crack of dawn drive to work or school most mornings, I drive alongside the mountain range, and it's all I can do to keep my eyes on the road. I steal glances at each stoplight. In fact, I look forward to stoplights and occupied crosswalks so that I can look over at the mountains...the sun only just beginning to illuminate behind the curtain of the Wasatch Range. The tips of the mountains are glowing with the promise of daylight from as far as I can see north and south. Every single time I see it, I giggle and smile. I can't help it.
We actually live here...
Heading up to Gobbler's Knob
Running up to the top of the mountains at Alta via Collins. Winter was trying on her wardrobe!
Geof enjoying a top-of-Gobbler's Knob snack, with Big Cottonwood Canyon sunning herself in the background
Quaking aspens on the Great Western Trail
Family photo! GnP with Rob, Rina and Lucy midway up Gobbler's Knob
Gobbler's Knob, with Rob and Rina
Little Cottonwood Canyon, heading to Alta. Fall abounds...
The view from the rooftop of the downtown SLC library. Cool.
And what's more inspiring than my gorgeous husband whipping a$$ at the 2012 Wasatch 100 in a blazing time of 27:57? Nothing. That's what.
I love this place.