Sunday, March 16, 2014

Running in the Dark

  I had a lovely early morning run on Saturday.  I got up at 5:15, started running at 5:45 and did 8 miles mostly in the dark.  I read something recently from Runner's World - an article a lady wrote about what inspired/helped her to keep running and it is helping me change my perspective about running in the dark, early morning.   I have always had a huge amount of anxiety about going for a long run in the dark.  It has been really hard for me.  I worry about things jumping out at me, mostly animals, tripping and falling, stepping in a hole, being stalked, whatever - you name it.  In the article the author talked about how much she enjoyed her early mornings in the dark, being alone, enjoying the stars in the sky, owning the streets of her town, just her and her headlamp and so forth.  So that's what I thought about Saturday morning.  I ran in the middle of every road, I looked up at all the stars, I had my reflective vest on and 2 headlamps, one on my head in front and one around my waist in back (turned on red), and I had new songs on my playlist to distract me from all my anxious thoughts.  But most of all, I enjoyed the huge golden-orange moon that was setting in the western sky as I ran my route.  I got home just as the sky was turning gray.  The light hadn't even hit the top of the mountains surrounding my town yet:)
  I am grateful to be able to enjoy the beautiful world we live in.  I am grateful for its Creator.  I am grateful every day when I can ask my body to do things and it can.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Lookin' Back....way back!

As the halfway mark of February presented itself today in cloudy coolness and I have already run my run for the weekend (Friday after work), I have found myself sitting at the computer with an empty, quiet house.  No - the dishes aren't done yet, the floor needs to be mopped, the laundry is "in process" and a myriad of other tasks await my attention, but it's time to get some blogging done!  I've let every excuse in the book get in my way and the burden of guilt about doing my journaling and family history keeping is getting out of hand.
Excuse #1 - At the end of 2012 I was in the middle of muddling through post-race depression compounded by an over-use hamstring injury.  In order to try to heal the hamstring, I stopped running for 2 months.  Didn't help.  It just made me more anxiously depressed and stressed out.  Correcting my gait/form and making sure my stride alignment was spot-on is what helped the most.
 So the year-end, "family news letter" didn't happen last year.
And here it is, way past time for another wrap up and I have run out of excuses.  What significant things happened in 2013 for my family?  Hang on, here goes!

January - Scout was still in the Chicago area working as a nanny.  Rock and I had enjoyed a trip out to visit her in the fall and had an interesting experience going to the Chicago Temple and meeting a long lost cousin there, going to the Field Museum and the Art Institute and then playing on the roller coasters at Six Flags.  But while she was home for Christmas she went on a date with a very good friend and they began dating long distance when she returned to her nanny family.

February-  Scout & Drew were long distance dating/skyping...and setting a temple marriage date for 11-12-13.  In the mean time, Rock and I did a little bit of snowshoeing.

In March Michex received her mission call to serve for 18 months in the Iowa Des Moines Mission beginning July 3, 2013!


She was still working 2 jobs, part time for Wasatch ENT & Allergy (Dr. Major's office) and part time for BIG 5, going to the singles ward and saving money for school when she made the decision to put in her papers.  There were many tears when she and Scout realized Michex would not physically be there for the wedding and Scout would not be there for MO's "farewell".  So...Drew came to the rescue and drove MO to Chicago to see here sister over spring break.  He may have had an ulterior motive ...:/  But who can blame him?  He passed the big brother test with flying colors and Scout's nanny family in Chicago got to meet them both.
Shematite started working part time at Dr Major's Farr West office by helping me in the billing department, learning to apply payments and track claims.  That meant that  "Q" took over the janitorial duties in our Farr West office.  Which gives her a once a week job and the chance to earn her own money.  Yes, for a few months last year Dr Major was writing 4 checks to the family!  We are so grateful for that:)

April - Scout flew home for a short visit over Easter and she, Drew, MO & Rock went to St George for a quick run through Yankee Doodle canyon - and to visit family and friends.

Amazing May! - The Red Rock Relay team strikes again with another trip to Moab.  This time Beth, Kira, Tris, Nicole, Rock and I made our way out of town and up and over the La Sal mountains for 70 miles in 11 hours.  Trailblazer and Dreampacker drove SAG once again and I had a marvelous time with my family!
MO went to through the Logan Temple in May in preparation for her mission and Shematite was in full performance mode as she portrayed the character AMY in a community theater production of the musical "Little Women".  We also enjoyed Q's final performance as a Knight Minstrel at NOJH.

June was a blur of shopping, gardening and planning.  Our dear friends, the Coombs, paid us a visit to see Shematite's performance and test their lungs on the Skyline Trail with us one evening to watch the sunset.


  

 I was able to talk Q and MO into  hiking a new trail with me one day:)  Malan Peak via Taylor Canyon.




 And then came the last few days with our darling daughter....I am so proud of her!







 Saying Good Bye at the MTC in Provo July 3, 2013.

I was totally unprepared for the wave of shear LOVE that came pouring out of the MTC at us that day as we dropped off MO.  She hugged us and was quickly scooped up by a couple of smiling sister missionaries and she was gone!  Rock barely had time to get her luggage out of the car and put it on the sidewalk.  It was perfect:)

Luckily, I had no time to think about missing her the next few weeks.  Rock and I were busy preparing for our Uintah Highline Hike (see previous post) and for Scout's return home at the end of August and marriage in November.

August - hiking, back to schooling, Girl's camping (for Q) and working for Shematite.  Drew drove to Glenview, Illinois to officially propose and bring Scout back home.  She arrived safe and sound at the end of the month with a ring on her finger and a wonderful man by her side.

In September we had fun taking engagement photos in St. George...






















 and getting a little down and dirty as we ran the Dirty Dash with cousin Kyle and dear friend Jennifer!

October brought the finishing touches on the wedding plans and showers,













bridal photos ...



... a quick overnight backpack to the hot springs up Diamond Fork Canyon.


and one more end-of-season 5K just for fun!!


November rolled in as we celebrated Shematite's 25th birthday on the 4th, and her decision to receive the blessings of the temple on the 8th! We had a beautiful night in Bountiful with family and then a fun time eating at Lee's Mongolian BBQ afterwards.
 

Q had been busy rehearsing for the WHS musical production of West Side Story.  Her closing night fell on the weekend that family arrived for the wedding and so her grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles came to support her in her role as a dancing, singing Puerto Rican!


      Rock received his Master's Degree in Teaching with Technology from Leslie University!

 11-12-13  dawned clear, bright and unseasonably warm!  It was the perfect day in every way that mattered!





 We had so much help from family, friends and coworkers!  I definitely missed my "MO", but I felt her celebrating with us as she continued sharing her love for the Gospel on her mission and inviting others to Come Unto Christ and enjoy the blessings of an eternal family.  That is what this year has been all about for us -  blessings!!   As we skyped with her on Christmas day, tears of gratitude and joy ran down all our faces as we sang Silent Night and other hymns together and felt of the Savior's love for each of us.





Sunday, December 22, 2013

Joyous Day To Come

I introduced the last song in our Christmas Choir program today in church...

The choir will close the program today by singing our traditional final musical number,  the lullaby “Still, Still, Still.”  If you know the melody or even the words, please feel free to hum along or sing from where you are.  Don’t be shy.  I believe that the very physicality of using our voices in worshipping our Savior adds a heightened level of sanctification to our personal journey along the path of  discipleship.  
In our most recent Stake Conference in November Elder Summerhays, the visiting General Authority testified that, “The beauty (and purpose) of music and hymns is to fill our hearts with the love of our Savior.”   
We, as just a humble ward choir, wish for you to feel an extra measure of that love today and throughout this Christmas Season.  And so we offer you our testimonies…
That He lives!
He was born as a babe in Bethlehem, the only Begotten Son of our Father in Heaven and sweet Mary.
He loves each of us with an incomprehensible capacity.
He overcame death on the cross through the power of the resurrection and has given each of us that most precious gift as well.

The “joyous day to come” that the song mentions, no doubt refers to the day of Jesus’ birth.  But let us also look with joy to the day when He will come again in glory to rule and reign forever.

Monday, September 2, 2013

The Uintah Highline Trail 2013

For nearly 20 years now I have listened to my husband express his desire to hike the Highline Trail over the Uintah Mountain range.  As is always the case, unless something is actually written down on the calendar and taking up space, space is never made for it...until last year when he came back from a scout trip to a section of the Highline Trail.  Rob (Trailsweeper), Dan (Lung Man) and Boulder Hopper Bishop came back from that scout trip with reports of hungry fish, torrential downpours and unimaginable backcountry beauty and began planning the Highline Hike.  I was kindly invited to tag along:)  And be sure to bring my camera...

Day 1: Monday Aug. 5th


We arrived at the Chepeta Lake Trailhead (elevation: 10,500 feet) about 10:15 am and started hiking just after 10:30 am.  Dreampacker and Trailblazer (my wonderful parents) were kind enough to shuttle drive us, hike with us for a few minutes and then turn around and meet us at the other end in about 6 days.
It wasn't long before we met our first wildlife (Elk) and our first rain/hail storm.  As the week went on and the weather changed so often it became one of the most frustrating things to try to deal with on the trip.  We were working so hard and staying warm that having a rain jacket or poncho on was difficult and sweaty.  Then at times it would be the best windbreaker!  The photo of the cairn above was taken on the way up North Pole pass.  The 2 photos below are taken coming down the other side.

 North Pole Pass (elevation: 11,800).








 There was thunder and rainy wind and lightening in the distance while we were up there, so I tried to hurry down the other side.  Not smart.  With the wind blowing my poncho around I mistepped and fell twice!  I was immediately grateful for my trekking poles which saved me from a much harsher landing:)
As the afternoon drew to a close we started looking for camping spots near a lake with possible fishing available.  The Bishop was not feeling well with a really bad headache, abdominal pain and back pain. We didn't go as far as we had planned that night so he could rest a little bit and try to feel better.  With evening sprinkles of rain, we set up camp at Dime Lake.  No one fished, we just took care of basic camp needs of food, water and shelter.  Rob and Dan gave the Bishop a blessing and we called it a night.

Day 2 ~ Tuesday August 6th...My Birthday!!

What a difference a day and a priesthood blessing make!  Bishop was a new man ready to bounce down the trail, Dan was recounting to us his "bear scare" in the middle of the night and I was taking pictures of the beautiful morning on the lake:)  Dan had heard an animal in camp for about 30 minutes during the night so he lay awake in his tent with his knife clutched in his hand.  In the morning, he discovered tracks of a deer all over the place.  It had helped itself to the Bishop's dinner that he left in a plastic bag because he was too sick to eat it.
Dime Lake, from our camp.
The night before Dan had found a beautiful spring about 200 yards from our camp.  In the morning we filled up with clean water there and then set out and made our way across meadows, tundra and then bushwhacked through forest to camp at a pond just below Milk Lake.  But before that, just for fun, we detoured cross country to Kidney Lake and Verlie Lake to do some fishing...because the Bishop had read a "trip report"...


 Plenty of fish @ Kidney Lake....and then...

crossing the dreaded Boulder Field...to find...

Not so much fish @ Verlie Lake...









Camped at a pond just below Milk Lake (elevation: 11,000).






Day 3 ~ Aug. 7th

We were able to get things aired out, packed and hit the trail close to 9:00 am. We hiked across Painter Basin and reached the trail junction of Anderson Pass and Gunsight Pass around 11:15 am.  Dan and the Bishop took a side route at about 10:30 am to go check out another lake that a "trip report" said had some big fish in it. Rob and I knew they were faster hikers than we were so we were not worried about their side excursions. They knew we were headed over Anderson Pass, down and across the Yellowstone Creek Basin and over Tungsten Pass and would try to be camping @ North Star Lake that night.  They could meet us there that night or catch us there the next morning.  It took Rob and I three hours to hike up Anderson Pass!  3 hours of the Stair-master @ 12,000 feet with a 30 lb. pack on!  Then it took another hour to carefully hike down the other side!  An hour of lunges!

This is me hiking up Anderson pass^(elevation:12,500)...and this is Rob, looking at the map while we catch our breath at the top of the pass.  The King's Peak summit ridge is in the right of the photo below.

We were tired and hungry but had a long way to go still to reach our goal for the night, so we decided to save the Peak for another day.  That, and the mass of dark clouds that you can see in the picture:)

  I've learned from running relays, that the trick to doing it successfully is a little bit of rest, refueling, and rehydrating can go a long way:)  Unfortunately I was refueling with simple carbs and protein rather than complex carbs and protein.  In other words, I was eating the wrong trail mix for most of the day.  I was eating my dried fruit and nut mix rather than my crackers and granola bars.  It wasn't until I downed a granola bar at the bottom of Tungsten Pass and I felt so much better, that I realized my mistake.  I need a "re-do".
Mistake #2 ( THE BIG ONE) - I took the wrong sleeping bag.  In trying to save weight, I packed a lighter sleeping bag and threw in extra socks and fleece tights instead.  I was pretty cold the first night, really cold the second night and dreading this third windy night.  I finally confessed to Rob my mistake and he offered to trade me sleeping bags:)  Much to his demise, I slept comfortably the rest of the trip and he was quite miserable.  He must love me!!  I need another "re-do".

The weather was rainy and windy on and off throughout the day.  We needed a wind break for cooking and hopefully for our tent, so we started looking for a suitable shelter for camp long before we reached North Star Lake.  Crossing Yellowstone Creek Basin was mesmerizing, however.  It is one of the most beautiful places in the Uintahs.  We came upon a scout troop camped there.  We guessed they were probably aiming for King's Peak or had just done it.
We were unable to find any trees of any kind to provide a good windbreak as we made our way up and over Tungsten Pass ( just a speed bump really - elevation: 11,500), and ended up near North Star Lake (I call it the Arctic Tundra Camp- elevation: 11,350) in a clump of scrubby bushes at about 6:30 pm.  By the time we pitched our tent, cooked our dinner, ate and sat and watched the trail for a few minutes, it was almost 8:30 and Rob was done.  He crawled in the tent and commenced trying to warm up "the sleeping bag from Hell".  I stayed  out sitting in my camp chair (luxury item that I highly recommend), reading my book and watching the trail through the valley for any signs of "the boys".  When it got too dusky to read, I brushed my teeth, took one last glance across the valley hoping to see the Bishop and Dan and then crawled in the tent and tried to snuggle with Rob to keep him warm:)  After about 10 minutes, we heard, "Hello in camp!"  Rob whistled, and we turned on a headlamp.  The Boys were back!  It was just after 9:00 pm.  They hurried and pitched their tents in what little shelter from the wind we had behind the bushes and then we called it a night:)
Our tent site near North Star Lake looking east back through Tungsten Pass.  Our tent is the blue blob in the middle of the frame.  If there were any fish in North Star Lake, we didn't know about it.  It was too windy and cold to go out there and try to catch any.

Day #4 Aug. 8th
I woke on and off through the night to the sound of the wind blowing and flapping the tent fabric, but I was so nice and warm in the sleeping bag that I went right back to sleep until about 6:00 am.  I noticed the sky starting to lighten but waited until after 7:00 to peek outside the tent.  Dan and the Bishop were a few yards away looking down into the valley.
Dan said, "Heather!  There's a herd of Elk down there if you want to get your camera!"
Without getting out of my warm sleeping bag or the tent, I handed my camera to Dan and told him to go shoot some Elk:)  He was very happy to oblige...


While The Boys were off "shooting", Rob and I got up and started breakfast and broke camp.  We had 2 stoves that we were sharing between the 4 of us.  The Bishop had one and we had one.  I learned on the previous mornings how to avoid eating cold oatmeal.  Even though I poured boiling water into my cup and mixed it with my oatmeal, the metal cup was so cold and the wind was so chill that by the time I was only halfway through, it was quite cold again.  So now I keep the stove next to my camp chair and quickly light it again, set my cup of breakfast on the flame for a few seconds, and ta-da!  Hot Cereal.  For about 3 minutes.  I need to learn to eat faster:)
Dan and the Bishop didn't eat dinner the night before so they were quick to use their "extra" meal they brought for such an occasion.
After breakfast we filtered water from Garfield Creek that runs into North Star  and headed up to the top of Porcupine Pass (12,236).  What a view!




Dan tried to tempt us with a side excursion by mentioning that Red Castle was "just over the red ridge" that is on the right side of the above photo.  By looking at the grin on his face, I hoped he was only half serious...with the excursion, not the location:)
As we looked at the valley below us and the guys studied the maps, they pointed out the landmarks where our camp for that night would be. It was decided that we had about 13 kilometers to go, or about 8 miles.  I looked down the pass and across the valley and said,
"It looks like 30 miles to me!  Let's get going!"
So we did:)
As we got close to the bottom of Porcupine Pass, a solo trail runner came flying down behind us.  As we moved aside to let him pass by, he slowed down enough for us to ask him where he started, what time, where he was heading and when he would be out.  Henry's Fork, this morning - Mirror Lake tonight.  As we sat at the bottom of the pass having a snack/refuel break, we could still see him running down through the valley.  I often thought of him over the next 3 1/2 days as I hiked the same trail that he was running.
 As we made our way through the valley and over to Lambert Lake I continued to marvel at the vast, beautiful scenery, the meadows and mountains and really enjoyed being with my honey in such an awesome place.

 Lambert Lake is located on the left of the above photo just above Rob's head at the end of that little ridge...you can't see it, but it's there.  Our goal for the night:)

 This is a pretty little pond we passed by on our way to Lambert Lake (elevation about 10,800).

 This is the view as we rounded the ridge and headed down into the trees to Lambert Lake.  Notice the gray clouds...

 It started to sprinkle and then drizzle as we got to our camp (above photo).  I was dreading trying to set up camp in the rain.  Everything gets wet that way.  So I started praying silently, for the elements to be tempered on our behalf.  We had not been able to have a relaxing evening in camp yet and I was really looking forward to that.  The guys were really wanting to catch some fish, too!
Rob and I dropped our packs under the shelter of the trees and we were debating on setting up our tent right then or waiting until the rain stopped.  We turned around and saw Dan whipping out his tent and asked his opinion.  He said in a very dry voice and with his customary smile,
"You never know.  The rain could go all night."
And then he grabbed his poncho and his fishing pole, and started to walk around the lake to see if there were any fish to catch.
Well, on that note...we set up our tent and threw our sleeping bags inside.
 And then guess what happened...

Yep!  My prayers were answered.  I nearly cried I was so grateful.  The rain stopped, the sun came out long enough for me to grab my towel and shampoo and actually wash my hair and change my clothes!  Soon afterwards, the breeze died down to nothing as well and I was able to get some nice reflection shots of Lambert Lake.

 Then I gathered firewood, heated water, cooked a meal for Rob and myself and sat in my camp chair reading my book, with my warm jacket on, and my camera close by as the guys fished.
It turned out that the 2 fish in Lambert Lake were not as hungry as we were, so we commenced doing laundry and the other simple camp chores that I have found to be very meditative, humbling and enjoyable:)

All 3 men are in this photo, each doing their own laundry:)  Rob on the left, Dan to the right and the Bishop is smack dab behind the tree in the middle.

Dan built a nice fire and as we dried our clothes, the Bishop mixed up a wonderful patch of brownie batter with chocolate chips in it.  He "cooked" it in his pie tin over the fire, which actually means it got nice and warm and gooey.  We took turns eating it with a spoon:)  Good stuff.  Good times.
As we were enjoying the campfire, Dan suddenly said,
"Heather!  Do you have your camera?  Look at the sunset!"
And this is what we saw...



BEST. DAY. EVER.


Day #5 - Friday Aug. 9th

We hit the trail and started making our way over to the Lake Fork River drainage.  This drainage flows south into Moon Lake.  At the trail junction we turned right and headed up the sheep-filled valley towards Red Knob - our pass for the day.


Dan and the Bishop stopped for a late-morning break after awhile (the Bishop's back kept hurting off and on) so Rob and I took the chance to head for the pass at our own pace.  As we hiked up the valley and played "sheepherder", I kept an eye on the trail behind us for signs of the Boys catching up.  No signs so far.  As we got a little ways up the base of Red Knob Pass, we could see the Boys coming behind us.  They were cutting cross country and making good time.  We could also see a sheepherder with a train of pack animals coming up the trail behind us.  I put it in "granny gear" and took the steep trail slowly but steadily.  We stopped once to let the sheepherder and his horses pass us by.  His dog was rather shy of us.  It had probably not seen very many other people before.  And then we kept going slowly, but surely up to the top of Red Knob Pass, not stopping after that.  For some reason I got it in my head that for just this once I wanted to be the first person to the top of the pass.  It's a good thing we had at least a 30 minute head start on the Boys or they would have caught up!  Good grief, they can hike!
We were rewarded with the most incredible view of both the south slopes and the north slopes of the Uintah Mountains.  It was my favorite view of the whole trip:)  The photos just don't do it justice.  My jaw literally dropped as I reached the top of this pass and looked at all the grandeur around me (Red Knob Pass elevation: about 11,800 feet).

 Dan is coming up the pass about 5 minutes behind us...

 If you look very closely, you can see a tiny smudge of turquoise in this photo, just to the right of center, above the dark trees.  That is Dead Horse Lake - our goal for the night.
"It looks like about 30 miles to me,"  I said :)
 So, Rob and I started heading down Red Knob Pass into the West Fork of Black's Fork.  Dan and the Bishop spent a few more minutes enjoying the view and checking out an old horse grave they found and then they followed us down.

We were once again getting close to camp at Dead Horse Lake (elevation: 10,878) when it started to rain and I started to pray.  Gratefully we were close enough to the lake that Dan and the Bishop scouted out a great campsite for us.   The Boys generously offered us the "honeymoon suite" for our tent. It was the most sheltered spot under the trees with a nice place to set up a "kitchen" and keep our packs dry.

Our kitchen...


Once the tents came out, the rain slowed down and soon stopped.  Thank YOU!  The guys grabbed their fishing poles and headed for the lake.

I started gathering firewood and heating water for dinner.
Once, as I came back and forth from camp with wood in my arms, I came up the hill and startled another hiker in our camp.  He immediately introduced himself as "Dave" and said we had a great camping spot.  He was looking for some live trees that were close enough together to hang his hammock up in.  He also commented on our lightweight tents that were pretty cool and the fact that if we needed anything, he had bear spray and a side arm...  That was when I informed him that my husband and friends were down fishing at the lake, and if we did need anything, we would let him know:)  Rob got quite a kick out of that guy when I told him about him.

Apparently in order for that storm to be "blown away" the wind had to pick up a bit.  I decided that the more firewood we had, the better.  It was a good thing.  The guys came back from the lake very damp, cold and shivering.  But with some tiger trout!  The words "Oh, bless you Heather!"  came out of the Bishop's mouth as he came into camp shivering and all the wood was already gathered and Dan had a big fire going.  We not only enjoyed another night by the fireside, although a little bit breezy, but we finally got to enjoy some fish filleted up and cooked by Dan:)

It also looked like I had only one more night before I tackled the dreaded...Dead Horse Pass.  It was the source of most of my anxiety the past 5 days and the view I stared at all evening trying to see a path somewhere going up that ridge...*sigh*  I couldn't really see one, but I knew there had to be one there.

The top of Dead Horse Pass is straight above Rob's head in the above photo.

So, the next morning we headed up...

Day #6- Saturday Aug. 10th

 This photo above shows the view looking back at Dead Horse Lake from the boulder field at the bottom of the pass as we start the climb.  Because the "trail" was so rocky at first and then so steep and exposed, I didn't get my camera back out to take any pictures until we were safely at the top.  Too many penalty points.  It took all of my concentration and energy to manage the trail, the climb, my pack, my trekking poles, my foot placement and my heart rate:)

 But this is the view from the top down the other side!  If you look closely you can see the Bishop standing on the right of the frame out on the rocky slope enjoying the view:)


 And this is me and Rob sitting on the cairn at the top of Dead Horse Pass (elevation: 11,500).  I was so happy to make it!


When I told Dan to pose somewhere for a photo, this is where he ended up:)


 This is the view looking back at DHP after we have come down the other side.  The trail is on the far left of this photo.  The pass is actually to the left of the small notch in the ridge on the far left side of the frame.  Rob is standing by the cairn on the right.

 We then made our way to Ledge Lake where Dan, Rob and I tried in vain to catch some fish for lunch.  There was a pretty waterfall nearby and we actually saw a Ranger come by and sit and eat her lunch across the lake from us.

After awhile the Bishop had some luck and caught a fish, and nearly a boulder in his lap as well ( just a little rockfall - geological time includes now), but by that time Rob and I had decided to make our way to Jack and Jill lakes and try our luck there.  We bid the Boys adieu and let them split the fish between them and we headed along the trail.  We told them we would be waiting for them at Jack and Jill.  Little did we know, they would be supplementing their fish lunch with ramen noodles that they found along with a left-behind boy scout camelbak:)  Luckily it had the scout's contact information on it and his long-lost missing pack (minus the ramen)  will be making it's way back to him courtesy of Dan.

 While the Boys were still behind us we came upon this beautiful little pond in the left photo.  But it seemed that as soon as the words, "wash-up" or "dip my feet" or  "bath"  were mentioned,  the sky would cloud over, the wind would pick up and the rain would start.  Sure enough, as soon as I took off my shoes to wash my feet a little bit in this pond, it started raining.  Seriously.  And just as soon as we got our ponchos out and put them on, it stopped.



 Trail junction to Lightening Lake and Jack & Jill Lakes.  We went the right way:)


As we came upon Jack & Jill, the thunder started rolling and bouncing off the cliffs around us and it started to sprinkle a little bit.  We took off our packs and found a dry spot under some trees near the lake shore and Rob threw a line in the water.  I relaxed with my camera and a snack under a tree.
After only about 15 minutes of Rob fishing, Dan and the Bishop caught up to us.  Seeing that Rob was having no luck, we decided to pack up and get going to Brinkley Lake, our goal for the night.  As we got closer to camp, the clouds parted and the sun started shining! 





 I was really hoping for a clear night so I could see some shooting stars.  So I started praying for one:)


 Our camp/fireside @ Brinkley Lake (elevation:10,459)

 We reached Brinkley Lake, set up our tents and got out our fishing poles.  I fished for a few minutes and then gathered firewood. Dan was the only one to bring in a fish that night and boy was it ever yummy!  We also had several curious visitors in camp during the evening...


...and the skies stayed nice and clear...
             ...so that it was easy to spot 3 shooting stars simply because I couldn't take my eyes off the horizon-to-horizon blanket of the Milky Way :)  Thank YOU, again!


Day#7- Sunday Aug. 11th - our last day.

Sunrise on Brinkley Lake.

Due to the beautiful clear skies during the night, it was a rather cold one, and a cold morning.  We cooked and ate as much of our food as we could the night before and that morning as well.  We had about 12 kilometers (around 8 miles) to go that day, including up and over Rocky Sea Pass, to make it out to the Hayden Pass trailhead near Butterfly campground where my parents were expecting to pick us up.  So we headed out!

I love tackling a pass first thing in the morning!




...and we're at the top!  From the looks of the landmarks, it seems to me like there are about....








30 MILES TO GO!  We better get going!

The view from the top of Rocky Sea Pass looking east, back the way we came (elevation: 11,500).  I had the sudden urge to actually turn around and go back!  I didn't want it to be over quite yet:)
After coming down the west side of Rocky Sea we came to a nice little spot called Pigeon Milk Spring.   Dan was "washing up", the Bishop was having a snack and resting so I figured I would "dip my feet" in the creek.  As soon as I got my bare toes in the cold water, the sun went behind a cloud and the breeze picked up.  I looked over at Dan who was trying to hurry and get dried off.  I shrugged my shoulders and grinned:)  He now understands my "curse".
After  putting my shoes back on and having a snack, Rob suggested that we take off and try catching an arctic greyling fish at Carolyn Lake on our way out.  I was up for it, so we took a little side trail for a couple hundred yards and I was able to catch a small one in a fairly short amount of time.  We released it so it could get bigger and we could continue on our way down the trail and back home.  The Boys were waiting for us at the trail junction.
We still had about 4 hours of hiking to go so I put the camera away and we made some fast tracks.
Rob and I kept up with Dan and the Bishop for about 1 hour but it was tough.  I was reminded once again what strong hikers they are and how much they actually stopped and waited for us throughout the trip.  From that point on they just stayed at their own pace and we stayed at ours.  They made it back to the trailhead about an hour ahead of us.  
With about an hour or so still to go, it started raining. Rob and I stopped and got out our ponchos one last time.  We didn't have them on for very long.  It was too warm as we hiked and the sprinkling stopped for awhile.  But as we got closer and closer to the trailhead, the skies opened up again.  I kept thinking that we must be close, and I didn't want to stop and get out my poncho again.  So, to keep my camera as dry as possible and to get to the car before a real downpour happened, I kicked it into high gear and flew up the last hill as fast as I could.  Just as I started to hear cars on the highway, I looked up and saw my Dad on top of the last ridge standing in the rain, keeping watch on the trail, and waiting for his daughter to finish the Highline!


AND WE DID!!!  The yellow trail marked on the map below is the Highline Trail that we followed across the Uintah Mountain Range.


So...would I do it again?  In a heartbeat.  And I hope I would do it better.  Simply because I learned so much.
Here is the short list.
1. Don't count on catching fish to supplement your meals.  Take enough food to refuel and stay warm.
2. Take the good sleeping bag.  It's totally worth the weight.
3.  The camp chair luxury item was totally worth the extra 2 lbs as well.
4. Take a decent poncho/rain gear.
5.  Sleep with your camera batteries.  I started doing this by the 4th night and it saved a lot of "juice" and even seemed to recharge them a little bit.
6.  I wore the correct socks and shoes for me.  No blisters and only slight foot soreness on the last day.
7.  Take a pair of gloves and good friends with GPS's and brownie mix!
8. I loved my trekking poles, the Buff my daughter gave me for my birthday, my Columbia jacket and knee pants and my cute hat:)
9.  I also loved my water bottle holder, my camera case and my sleeping pad...and the flaxseed corn chips that I got from Winco but didn't take enough of with me!
10.  But the most important thing I took with me was my husband.  He makes me a better me and is willing to take me anywhere I want to go.  No trail is the same without him.  I'm happy to have shared so many with him. Especially this one!
And by the way,  I get it now :)
Get what?
Why people go there and go back again and again.
I get it :)