Let me tell you a story, one that is so dear. It is the midnight hike of Dad, Jory, Heather & Mom Revere. We caught a few winks, filled our jugs and assembled head gear. Leaving at midnight, we headed for American Fork Canyon’s rear. Finding the last parking spot, we did cheer as we started up the trail with the sky so clear. Jory & Heather sped forward fording streams, snow fields and rock cliffs without fear. We waddled behind as if we’d drunk beer.
Dad pooped out half way with his legs wobbly and queer. I trudged on, lost my way, heard sounds and thought a bear was near. Hooking up with a group, we hiked on past an edge quite sheer; but I got behind again, because they ran after a deer. Soon a school principle sitting on a switch back did appear, saying he was finished for this year. I urged a gal chilled from the snow, her eyes full of tear. So we forged on toward the top & made it our career. At sunrise we stepped on Timpanogos' Saddle shouting, “We’re here!!”
Jory, at the peak with his face all a smear, kept watching & listening for us, with his ear. He curled up for a 2 hour snooze not realizing we were done with this cruise. We hiked eight to sixteen miles up and back. With aches & pains we’re now getting back on track. See a few pictures Al took and there you have it, our Friday full moon hiking habit. PS.I posted these photos on KSL.
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