Wow, in all sincerity I'm not exactly sure how to just dive on into this pictoral novel I just technologically barfed up. I went ahead and did it again, I waited 5 or so months before I decided my life was worth documenting. Pardon my french, but dammit, eh? Oh well, I suppose it is the flu/cold season, and say that you feel that terrifying itch in your throat, that preemptive ache surging through you skeletal system, deep into your marrow and you fraudulently try and reassure yourself by saying, "no worries, I went and got that paralyzing flu shot. I'm free sailing." We both know it's a lie. So, nevertheless, let's say this unfortunate hell is creeping upon you and you all of a sudden start taking inventory or your movie/book selection. Rats, you've already exhausted all seasons of Parks and Recreation and you're too heavy-laden with pride to pop in Twilight or Gossip Girl for another go 'round. You've found yourself in a sad state to say the very least, and your tan is fading fast, to add one more check on the wrist-slitting list. I know, I've made you feel like you just emerged from a 2 hour George Orwell stint. But, alas!! I'm here to help! I've gone ahead and written this blog that will take at least 4 tissue boxes, 5 herbal teas and 47 cough drops (if you're like me and suck at sucking on the lil buggers). So, I guess what I'm trying to say....you're welcome:). I'm going to try, yet again to do minimal explaining and just let the pics say the words. How often have my fingers allowed my typing voice to be hushed? I can't think of one on the spot. So, hur goes.
Oh and I finally found my future ranch/farm. I love this new blog treasure:
Ok, I'm just going to warn you. I have a deep, passionate love-affair with the mountains. We love each other and unlike Rose to Jack, I will never let them go. So, while one or two mountain excursions would seem plentiful to document, I have documented quite a few. I have also left quite a few out. But if I'm going to be accurate in how I've been spending my time then this flood of nature-lovin is more than justified. Pardon my defensiveness....but you'll see why.
I love where I live. I love Utah. I didn't always. I always loved Hurricane and how I grew up, but I always ached to live elsewhere, greener places, more water, things like that. But as I get crazy mature;), I realize that I could live here forever. I hope to live other places and travel till I'm cremated into a nice pot on my offsprings mantel, but I love Utah. I think it is one of the most beautiful places on earth and has the most diverse surroundings out there. I was driving home recently and I sincerely started getting teary-eyed at how beautiful every single new turn was. No, I'm not pregnant. Just touched. And grateful. I love the mountains, sorry if I sound redundant. Every time I think I need to show myself that I love myself, I take myself there. I feel like I give my soul a hug when I'm up hiking. I think we need to work on doing things that make us feel embraced by ourselves, loved by this person who is consistently judging our every move, thought, idea, sense. Sorry, tangent. Anyways, I've found what does it for me and I hope not to forget too soon.
Lamb's Canyon. Little secret treasure on the way to Park City. We were about 2 weeks too early for leaf change-age, but it was still amazing.
Trip to Bear Lake:
We decided to up and bike around Bear Lake. I had just bought my new bike, which I LOVE. Yes, I'm an pesky slc biker. Not the legit kind who is way good or anything, but I love biking, so much. I can't wait till I'm done hacking my intestines out my esophagus so I can bike around the city again. Anyway, we woke up at the anus of dawn, after all of us forgetting to get any sleep, and loaded up. We met catfish's friends awesome spencer and his gf up there.
Back when it was warm we were hitting up quite a few concerts, many of them in the great outdoors. This one was amazing and in a beautiful location. It's a little trail I run up in the Harvard/Yale area. Luke's band Mateo played and Libbie Linton, of whom I'm a new and ever-growing fan.
Ol bub, aka Abby went ahead and got herself hitched. It was such a perfect day for a wedding and the venue was beautiful. It was somewhat hilarious because, no offense to my avid Enoch city readers, but the road to this beaut was not exactly romantic. We passed a 'BULLDOG'S MEATS' right before the turn. On their honor they will grind what you hunt. Can't ask for a better deal, I'd say.
What?! Another mountain? Weird. This has never happened before! My uncle Kelly always says that when he flagellates. "Oh my goodness! I've never done that before!" It sucks that I laugh at that dumb one every time. Enabler.
Millcreek is one of my very favorite canyons. I run Pipeline trail quite a lot and this is one of those glorious trips. I love it cause it's a fairly trying run, but you don't notice it. Then you stop and hike a ways and you get major pay off. Maybe it's just the 'STOPPING' part that I like. Jury's still out.
Bridger revealed this little jewel to me and I will not, cannot admit my gratitude to him. It's too painful. Bridger is our apartment boyfriend by the way. We bring him around when we feel like the apartment is either low on testosterone (let's be honest, we aren't exactly the definitions of feminine so that is rare), or we are dying to talk to someone else besides each other about menstrual cycles and cute fellas. Poor Bridge.
Millcreek Take 2: Autumn version
Mona: An Excursion of Epic-Ness
During one of those magical weekends when Me, Tan, Er, Lee and Judy were all in the same place, classy ol eric decided we should go to the Mona swings. This was not too long ago. I mean, fairly recent. I remember it like it was yesterday. What I'm trying to say is that it was cold. Shaving your legs was a useless heartache sort of cold. But it was seriously so fun. Once we actually got in it wasn't that bad. Tan is still the best thing that's ever happened, but that mish toughened her up a bit and the once scared of her own shadow Jolley is now this new, "I'll try it!" machine. It's amazing and I'm way proud of her. She has the best heart and funniest disposition of anyone I know.
My whole family. That's right, the whole slew of Ballard breeding was at home recently. Kip, Alli, Bringhurst crew, Wilsons (minus Adam...I knew we there was something more attractive about our bunch ;) jk adam), The Scotts, Kyle/Em and Gus, Tyson and Veronica and insy, weensy ol me. I just kept going from room to room, recounting everyone, not way sure if it was real. I love my family and being the youngest can only vaguely remember the times when all of us were around.
My mom has more energy than a meth-induced hyenia. Fact. Tossing around babies like they are a hot potato hacky-sac is one of her many characterizing traits. The kids love it. Now that we are older and seeing how she flips them around it's funny to see the looks on the sisters faces as their offspring barely escape death.
Linnie, Melissa and April's two girls came up and played with me for a day and a half. We had a ton of fun. Those girls bossed us into anything and everything they wanted. They have a gift. Sent from which source is the question....
Last mountain memoir, promise. This was my most recent meet-n-greet with mother nature, before mother nature took a wintery dump on us. Eloquent much chelle? Yes, I think so. It was everything I could have ever wanted.
Other things I have been filling my time with:
I started helping harvest at the campus gardens and I loved it. Amazing humans run the thing. And the free produce didn't suck either. I'm a sucker for free produce. I fear what I will one day compromise for free tomatoes.