September 22, 2017. Feels good to be back down south. No matter how much I love the mountains, I keep finding myself so full of wonder in the desert. Austin, TJ, and a new friend Marcus are laughing outside in the tent. It's probably going to drop below freezing tonight, but it's perversely enjoyable after such a hot summer. I'm sleeping in the back of my car, it's tilting downhill about five degrees but I'll find rest. I always sleep better when I'm on the road, especially with everyday to look forward to. Tomorrow we’ll be descending into slot canyons but right now I’m focused more on the silence of the night. We drove into the hills behind a lodge near the water tower, hoping we wouldn't be found by management in the brush. Setting up camp I felt the cold red sand slip through the slits in my leather boots that continue to fall apart. The stars are immense tonight. A Milky Way you can point to, dozens of falling stars burning up above us. We spent time balancing our cameras on a picnic table trying to catch photos, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how someday I'd reach those stars, how lucky I am to be here and dream. I wish my roof was transparent, I wish my chest was too, maybe I'd care less about sharing what I feel. But tonight I feel the universe wrapped in my down sleeping bag, ready to fall in love with the adventure tomorrow brings.
Dry grass and the Milky Way — Thinking these could be the good ol’ days. One friend to my left, and two to my right. Won’t be here tomorrow, just for tonight. Might not be back till next year, maybe not all of us. At least the sky is clear, and the stars are wondrous. On our backs now, watching the shimmer, the glitter, the glow. I think this world is holding still for us, but hell if I know. Though feels good slowing down, out of town, the true countryside. In my head again, hoping I’m making the very best of this life.
Even through high school my mom used to put quotes in my lunch sack. Little white pieces of paper cut up with printed words across them. I'd save most. I got crap from my friends. I tried not to care too much. It made me realize how powerful words can be, even long after a person is gone, or even after you forgot you spoke them yourself. My senior quote ended up being one of those lunch sack inspirational pieces of paper. It said, "When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and I could say I used everything you gave me…" Although I’m not religious, I still intend fully to live that way, knowing in my heart I lived a life that was nothing less than extraordinary. Why just bike the road, when I can bike then ski it. Why just work a job, when I can work and make a difference. Why settle for good when it can be great. I still collect quotes, now in a black journal I add to here and there. I wonder if I'll end up in someone’s notebook one day. I wonder what words have made people live differently. I wonder if I'll be remembered, long after I'm gone. — Photo from one of the most extraordinary days this year. Quote by Erma Bombeck, Photos by @kylypso.
Taking in the view after summiting American Fork Twin Peaks. @karsynansari @jj.peg @amir__ansarii —————————- I feel like I’ve been spending so much time out of state that it’s been good to dive back into the Wasatch range. An early morning summit of the Twins this weekend surprised us with high winds and fog as we scrambled up the ridge line. At the top the wildflowers were showing their face as the clouds briefly opened up for us to see Timpanogos. Access to these areas is what makes Utah so incredible. Wondering what we’ll summit this week!
Summer evenings backed up to mountain lakes. I don’t have a tailgate, but I make it work.
I never got to hike with my grandpa, but I’ve always been told how similar we were in life. He’d spend his summers hiking through the Wind Rivers, summiting the tallest peaks. Now I always imagine him looking down on me excited as I experience these wild places. Thanks for capturing me completely stoked @petenathanson