On Top of the World

The boys and I hiked Mount Timpanogas, the second highest peak in the Wasatch Front. 15 miles round trip, we gained 4,500 feet in elevation, which is equivalent to climbing about 6,750 stairs. Taking into account my sore glutes, this is definitely a hike worth doing again.

The drive up the canyon alone was breathtaking. We hiked and hiked and hiked, a steady climb to the top. After an unnecessary shortcut that probably did more harm than good, we came to a basin, just beginning to bloom with thousands of wildflowers. One side was a retaining wall of sheer rock, another hillside of lupine and lush green, with patches of snow all around...As my dad described it, it was like standing in God's cupped palm. This landscaper know what He's doing.

We continued on, scrambling up rocks, like the billy goats we saw on the way. On the saddle, we looked out into the valley. It was a clear enough day that we could count six or seven temples while we were standing on that mountain, another house of the Lord. When we reached the peak, I felt on top of the world. After all the hard work it took to get there, I appreciated the view even more. It was impossible to soak in the expanse around me, and I marvel at all of the Lord's creations.

To quote my wise dad, "This hike is life in a day." It's easy to look at the dirt at your feet, and focus on the hurts. However, the best thing to do is find joy in the journey. There are new things to discover each step of the way, if you only take a moment to look up. I feel so blessed that I was able to experience Timpanogas this weekend. I feel blessed for my capable body, thankful for my family and the insights they offer, and wonder at the beauty that surrounds me!

PS. Can you find my brother?