Last week I went with my friend Lee to the Timpanogas caves here in Utah. I was all excited to see it. We rode his Harley up the canyon and because we were riding, I wore long pants and tennis shoes and socks. It was warm and sunny and I didn't even think about getting too hot. Now I knew it was a hike to the caves. They recommended taking an hour and a half to get to the top. HAH! I just knew I would just hike my little booty right up to the top. Easy peasy, right?
It was so beautiful, just like a postcard. We had bought a little booklet with things to look at on the way up. I got the idea to take a picture of the markers.
The first half I did good. Then I got a hot flash and the sun was beating on my head and this trail was all hugely uphill with switch backs...Then ok, no marker pictures. I was struggling to breathe!Lee pointed out the little tiny ant like people at the top. That was it, I was never going to make it. I felt like I was about to spontaneously combust.
Yes, this is a pathetic picture, I know, I know.
Then a grandma passed me huffing and puffing. Now I know I am a grandma too, but this was like a GREAT grandma....you know blue hair type grandma. Not that there is anything wrong with blue hair. Just in case you like, have it....Anywho I was beat, but not that beat. I took off my shoes and rolled up my pants as high as they could go and dumped my water bottle on my head and down my shirt. I was determined to walk up the beast. So I did. (muttering under my breath the whole way)
Please note the red face and the wet hair and shirt....But by gosh I was there. I am so glad I got up there cause' the caves were incredible. What natural beauty. I gotta show a couple of pictures, but they dont do it justice.
Pretty cool stuff this cave thing....Thank gosh for blue hair and great grandma's and here's to you whoever you are!