Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Y Run June 17, 2014
     Looking up into the Wasatch, I could see the misty clouds hanging over the peaks. The cool air touched my face. I have wanted to hike in misty mountains for some time now. I went in my house though for some time.
     I read Born to Run as the rain fell. The pages turned and revealed more stories of persistence hunting and running in the desert. By the time I went out of the house my mind had become filled with the idea that I could run for miles. I ran toward the gym. I saw the beautiful mountains in the East. Beautiful spring green toward the bottom faded into snow as the altitude increased. It looked like something out of Lord of the Rings. I wanted to run up into the mountains. I thought about the story that that would make. I continued toward the gym. Upon arrival I put in my information to get into the gym. I found out that I would need to pay to get in. Pay! Really? I went out and took down an email for a job posting. I ran east.
     The BYU Creamery served as a supply station. I grabbed a granola bar and a Powerade. Sweat on my face made it look like I had been out in the rain. To my knowledge the rain had stopped already. The girl at the counter asked me if it was from the rain. I told her that I had been running. She said that she was a runner. We conversed about the difficulties of running at certain times in our lives.
     I started again toward the snow and wore a hot spot on my toe. I decided to walk. As I did I found two interesting people. They had what looked like an over-sized tricycle and a scooter. I found out that they were from Saint George, UT. One had hit his face in an accident on the tricycle. They stayed there as I continued my march toward the snow.
     The fading light in the parking lot by the trailhead made for some great picture taking. The sunset was beautiful. Raindrops dotted the leaves of the plants.
I was intrigued by a stairway made of rocks as well. 
     I sat on a rock and talked to my grandma who had just made a trip with my mom and sisters to a funeral in Wyoming. They had had some adventures. It was so nice to just be up high and feel the sun. I sat there for a while just soaking it in and drinking my Powerade. 
     Anyone who has been up to the trailhead under the Y knows how steep the road is. It is brutal to climb and jarring to come down. My feet slipped forward in my Vibram FiveFingers as I took short steps down the hill.
     I saw them again for just a moment. The trike was rolling down the hill. I continued down the hill and talked to the individuals who had been riding it. They said that they would make another run. I asked if I could take video and pictures. They didn't seem to have a problem with it. I set up on a corner to get video of them coming down. One hooped as he came down on the scooter. I caught the other sliding the trike down the road. Ammon and Dan were the adventurers of the day.