A few weeks ago we had planned to hike Timp with our ward buddies, but due to rainstorms at the top we had to cancel the trip. I, in my naiveté, thought that would be the end of it. We moved to Salt Lake and hiking Timp left my priority list.
I MAJORLY underestimated Zach’s zeal for hiking. Despite zero enthusiasm or help with packing and planning from me, that boy was going to make. It. Happen.
We got a horrible start. Thanks to the Olympics we stayed up too late the night before and I was reluctant to get going in the morning. So, instead of leaving at the planned 6 AM, we were out the door at 8 AM. It all went downhill from there.
8:05 AM: Buy water at Maceys
8:10 AM: Realize we need cash for the park fee- use ATM and break the $20 by buying Starbursts
8:45 AM: Arrive at the trailhead, get lathered up, pack our gear and realize Zach left the water at Macey’s
9:00 AM: Drive down to the Sundance store to buy more water, realize it’s still closed
9:20 AM: Drive down to the nearest gas station WAY back in Provo
9:25 AM: Buy water and realize Zach left his credit card in the ATM machine at Macey’s
9:30 AM: Drive back to Macey’s and search frantically for the credit card; learn it gets sucked back into the machine after a minute
9:40 AM: Drive back up to Sundance
10:15 AM: Start hiking
Throughout this whole time we were both pretty frustrated and, in Zach’s case, “puppy-punching mad”. He managed to pep up once we got started, but I was not a happy hiker. I silently seethed at Zach for making me come after ALL THAT. I was tired from our early start, hot, hungry, and not prone to conversation. Meanwhile Zach, oblivious and blissful, went on and on about the beautiful scenery, the smell, the open air, blah blah blah. He reminded me that “We are Judkins, and Judkins do hard things.” Yeah. And we do them the hard way- thanks sweetie.
Lucky for both of us, I decided to forgive Zach and enjoy the hike at mile one when we hit the first level of waterfalls. Beautiful.
|And by "beautiful" I am referring to Zach's biceps|
|Me, not trying to hide how utterly exhausted I felt, even on the "easy part"|
|My main man, lookin' fine.|
It was 6 miles and 5 hours later by the time we hit Emerald Lake, and tempting though it was to pursue that teeny tiny shed (“It’s so close”, he says, “only an hour”, he says) on top of the faraway mountain top I made an executive, matriarchal decision to turn around and head back down.
|Happy to be on the way back down|
|Dear Dad, you would not have liked this hike. Wee bit close to cliff edges.|
Three days later I am still painfully sore, but we are still married and I’m sure I’ll soon be grateful for the whole “character building” experience.