After returning back to camp, stiff, bitten, and only slightly worse for the ware, Cute and I decided to take a much deserved nap. To my delight, when we finally came up to camp I discovered a birthday surprise orchestrated by our amazing group leader, Roger.

Am I getting older? Yes. But through the lens cap of mother nature I am just a little sapling. Perhaps that’s part of what made my birthday so amazing; despite her challenges, nature just has a way of making you feel good about yourself.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – to see more pictures, go to my Flickr page.

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Yay! It’s the final installment of My Grand Canyon Adventure! If you are just stumbling over here, I broke the trip down into three blog posts: The Descent, The Bottom, and now, The Ascent.

Below are entries from my travel journal and pictures from the trip.

Day 5

- Woke at 5am. Packed up camp and hit the trail by 6 or 6:30.
- Today = 4.7 miles, 1320 vertical feet. Lord help me.
- This is going to sound crazy, but I am so relieved to hike uphill. 14 miles downhill was harder on me than I expected.
- I ended up taking Chris’s recommendation and duct taping my pinkie toe (with red duct tape ) to cover/protect my blister. It worked out great.

- I hit my stride early on and never faltered. Carb loading and lots of rest while at Phantom Ranch definitely paid off.

- “I love Devils Corkscrew.” This is what I sang, or rather chanted to myself the entire way up. It wasn’t a lie either. I hiked steadily by myself and power housed my butt all the way to the top. Felt damn good about it!

- Chris and Breanna double power-housed up so that they could drop their packs and come half way back to get Shelly and Christine’s packs. I was not that hardcore.

- When we finally got to Indian Gardens campsite I led some of the group through stretches (as well as a random stranger). It felt amazing.
- When we found our camp we set out our sleeping pads and took a much deserved group nap. I never wanted to move again.

- There are so many squirrels and lizards that it is no longer exciting to see them. Squirrels are pests. We have to hang our packs at each site and lock up our food or they’ll get into them. One actually did chew through Shelly’s pack when we went to the waterfall.
- There is a tradition of going out to Plateau Point to have dinner. Was tired and didn’t entirely feel like going but sooo glad I did.

- Plateau Point is magical. I could see the entire path that we had hiked and where we still need to hike to, all from one vantage point. The view is better than anything from the top. Completely breathtaking.

- We brought our camp-stoves with us and ate dinner on a ledge. Best dinner ever.

- It was hard to get alone time, but I was able to steal a few minutes away from the group to just meditate and take it all in. I cried. I couldn’t help it. Less than a year ago I was on crutches – now I am in the Grand Canyon. I am so proud of me. So few have seen what I am seeing.

- Last night to sleep on the ground.

Day 6

- Up before the sun. Packed in the dark using headlamps. Got very little sleep. Again.  Note to self: bring earplugs!

- Today = three 1.5mile hikes. All uphill. All ridiculously difficult.  They divide it into three hikes to keep you from the feeling of holly-shitness you get when you look straight up at what is left to hike.

- At the first resthouse I felt good. Confidant.

- At the second resthouse I felt deliriously good. Only 1.5 miles left to go!

- Saw a ram. Like a real life, curly horned, hood of a Dodge Ram ram! Holy shit!

- The last 1.5 miles Bre and I kept encouraging each other and saying things like “It can’t be too much further now.”

- It was.

- The ring around the top of the GC is called the bathtub rim. A bathtub has never been so damn difficult to climb out of.

- Forgot to tape my ankle…on the hardest day.
- Energy goo, shot blocks and powerbars helped save me from the never ending stair stepper which the last mile and a half is made up of.
- Tourist kept asking if we backpacked all the way. We proudly told them yes, rim to rim, but you should meet our group leader, he is 80 years old!

- Found out later that some of the same tourists stopped Roger and took a picture with him saying that he is their inspiration. Truth is, he is all of our inspiration.
- When we got to the top I went straight to the visitors center and bought me a clean t-shirt and hat. Went to the restroom and changed/”washed up” because I knew just how bad I must smell.

- Posed for pictures as a group.
- Turned on my phone and let my family know I was alive. My mother told me she was proud of me which, of course, made me cry.
- Ate breakfast with the group. Best breakfast in the world! I could have licked my plate clean.

- Long drive (4 hours?) back to the North Rim to get our cars followed by another long drive to a hotel where I was finally able to shower. It felt like heaven.

- Got to talk to my cute Jaron. It felt like home.

Well folks, that’s pretty much the end. I have never felt so accomplished or proud of myself. The Grand Canyon is more amazing than I could ever possibly put into words. I suppose that’s why I choose to post my journal entries. There is no way a short narrative blog post could do it justice. The beauty is everywhere you turn. As I would hike, I would constantly stop to look around and remind myself where I was. Through any pain, discomfort, lack of sleep, or blisters I may have gotten, I never once wished I had not come.

Less than ONE PERCENT of people who go to the Grand Canyon actually hike down to the bottom. I feel so honored to be in that group. I am also incredibly grateful to Roger, our group leader, for inviting me to come, organizing the entire adventure, and keeping us all safe. I am indebted to him forever for sharing this experience with me.

There are tons of pictures in all three of my Grand Canyon posts, but if you’d like to see more, check out my Flickr account.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

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For those of you just wandering over, start your reading with The Descent.

For those of you who have been waiting patiently for the second chapter of my Grand Canyon Adventure, I apologize for taking so long.

Day 3 (cont.)

- We have an amazing camp in the corner of two rock walls with lots of big trees. There was a deer in camp when we first walked up.

- After settling in, Bree and I played in the river. It was cold but we still fully submerged ourselves. Such a rush. Felt like a kid again.

- Around dinner time my Endo kicked me in the nads. I was almost doubled over in pain. Had to miss out on the ranger presentation on Condors. On the plus side, I got to watch the mountains glow as the sun set.

- Christine luckily had packed Tramadol – a prescription that I happen to have. I felt safe taking it. But truthfully I would have taken just about anything.

- Started my period. First period in FOUR YEARS and in happens in the Grand-Fucking-Canyon!

- Slept outside. Bats were flying around and there were critters everywhere. I took an Ambien and listened to music to help me sleep. It started out a warm night but I got cold in the morning hours.

- VERY rough night. Despite the mixture of narcotics and Ambien, couldn’t sleep through the chorus of snores. What sleep I did get involved nightmares of devil goats.

Day 4

- Woke with a major headache (Ambien and Tramadol don’t mix? Who knew?), lots of pain (Endo), and muscles so sore I could barely walk. Didn’t get much sleep.

- Wasn’t sure if I would be able to make the 1.7 mile hike planned. Took lots of Ibuprofen with breakfast.

- Felt better. Well…good enough anyway, after breakfast to go along for the hike. The group has been patient, encouraging, and understanding. Seriously love these guys.

- The hike was beautiful. We saw river rafters (Colorado River), Indian ruins, two bridges and a FOX. Very glad I sucked it up and went.

- When we got back to camp we went to the lodge to refill our cups with lemonade/iced tea. I had to bite the bullet and buy tampons. At the bottom of the Grand-Fucking-Canyon!

- Still in pain but pushing through it.

- After lunch I took my boot off and had a huge blister on my pinky toe. What is with my luck?

- Had to drain the blister to keep it from popping. It is wrapped up with duct tape but tender.

- After mending my toe I took my sleeping pad down by the river and dozed in the shade until a rude couple woke me. I joined the rest of the group and played in the stream.

- Sorted through my remaining food and ate all afternoon in preparation for the next day – (dun, dun, DUN) uphill!

- Seriously, ate so much. At dinner I had to force down the last bites.

- Made it to see the ranger presentation tonight about geology. The GC is 1 mile deep, 10 – 20 miles wide, 270(ish) miles long, and really, really old. I feel so smart now.

- Slept outside and used Rogers bivey sack (a sleeping bag/tent). It gave me claustrophobia. Woke and took anther half of an Ambien. Another restless night. More nightmares, this time about a stabbing fight but I did make out with Jared Letto in water too, so that was a plus.

- Animals seen while at the bottom: momma deer & 3 baby deer, fox, Ringtail Cat, squirrels, lizards, and a scorpion.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – One more GC post to go! If you’d like to see more pictures, check out my flickr account.

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What can I say? The Grand Canyon was fucking amazing (if every there was a time to use “fucking” to describe something, this is the time).

My trip ended up taking seven days, two of which were travel days. From sunup to sunset, my days we packed with amazingness. However, in an effort to share my trip with you and not come across like the annoying relative who makes you sit through an hour long slide show presentation of their vacation to (fill in the blank), I am breaking things up into three posts: The Descent, The Bottom, and The Ascent.

Furthermore, I am transcribing my trip directly from my mini travel journal. This is in part because a) I am lazy and b) if I don’t I many never get this sucker up!

The Descent

Day 1

- Car one: Roger, Christine, Summer

- Car two: Chris, Shelly, Breeanna

- Stopped in Salina, UT. Ate at Mom’s Cafe. Yum!

- Stayed at the Kaibab Cabins (#7 & #8) just outside the North Rim of the park. Sorted and weighed our packs (mine was 30lbs with water!).

-Drove to the North Rim. Saw the GC for the fist time. Was giddy with joy! Felt like a kid again.

- Winds were gusting at 36mph. So cold, yet exhilarating! Literally took my breath away. Couldn’t stop smiling.

- Impossible to take in just how large it is (TWSS).

- Ate dinner at the North Rim Lodge. Consumed half of a chicken.

- SNOWED on the drive back to the cabin.

- Overnight temps were below freezing.

Day 2

- Woke up to 2″ of snow.

- Took a VERY warm shower.

- Decided to pack a tent and extra layers, although I don’t have many. Worried I might freeze.

- My pack now weighs 34lbs.

- Started at North Kaibab trail head.

- After 1st lookout we were able to shed clothes. Slow moving with 6 hikers all fussing with clothing, cameras, and heavy packs.

- Clear blue skies. Breezy. I was the only one in the group to keep a long sleeve on for the entire hike.

- Stopped at Roaring Springs for lunch. Sat on a rock in a spring. Ate lunch with small bullfrogs.

- Outhouses and water stations all along the way. Started spotting out of nowhere. WTF?

- I have the start of blisters on the first day. Going to tape my toes in the morn.

- Ankle did great the entire time. I taped it.

- So far it is very green and lush. It reminds me a lot of Zions. I keep stopping to look up and take it all in. It’s unreal to think I am actually here and that all of the surroundings are real.

- People hike “Rim to Rim” in 1 day. At first I thought that sounded fun. Now it sounds crazy!

- Lizards are everywhere. All sizes and types. My fav so far had a blue belly.

- My group is great but I am often hiking alone. I like the solitude and non-existing conversation of it all.

- We are staying overnight at the Cottonwood Campground. There are only 7 sites. Ours is fairly sunny. It is by a beautiful river where we can soak our feet and get some semblance of clean.

- Tonight I eat my first freeze dried camp dinner.

- We must lock all food up to keep varmint out and hang our packs on metal t-shaped poles provided.

- Christine snores. Sharing a tent should be fun.

- We hiked 7.2 miles today.

- I miss Jaron.

Day 3

- Last night went smoother than expected. Took an Ambien and slept until 3am when Christine woke to pee. Glad I got up though, no moon and a million stars.

- Woke around the time it started to get light (5am?) because Roger, Shelly, and Chris were up.

- Sore as can be, mostly my calf muscles and knees.

- Ate breakfast, packed, waited for Christine and headed out.

- Chris adjusted my pack so it wasn’t as painful on my shoulders.

- Knees started hurting right away. The last 3/4 mi I wore Breeanna’s knee brace.

- Hiked to Ribbon Falls. It was BEAUTIFUL. Wished we had more time. Roger was rushing us.

- Found out why the rush. The GC is not forgiving in the middle of the day.

- “The Box” is a narrow canyon area that feels like an oven when the sun is directly overhead.

- Our hike was 7 miles down hill. The last mile my knee hurt so bad I didn’t know if I would make it.

- I hiked with Breeanna and Roger for most of the hike. Their company helped keep me entertained and my spirits high.

- By the time we reached Phantom Ranch, my knee was aching and my calf muscles were so sore I could barely move. But no matter how bad I was, I was still 100% better than Christine who suffered extreme dehydration and a sprained muscle from a previous injury.

- Christine, Shelly, and Chris arrived to PR 1 hr later than us. When they got there we celebrated with beer and lemonade.

To be continued…

Blogfully yours,

Summer

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The event I have been preparing for over the past several months is finally here.

My Big Grand Canyon Adventure!

Here is a snapshot of what I will be doing while the rest of you go about your day to day lives (suckas!).

Day 1 – Drive 390 miles to North Rim – Stay at a humble lodge and take my last hot water shower for five days.

Day 2 – Backpack 6.8 miles down from the North Rim. Try not to trip over my feet and plummet to my death. Arrive at the Cottonwood Campground. Take Ambien and sleep under the stars.

Day 3 – Backpack 7.4 miles. Try not to die from heat exhaustion or passing pack mule farts. Arrive at the bottom of the Grand Freaking Canyon and stay at the Bright Angel campground by the Colorado River. Take another Ambien and pass out under the stars.

Day 4 – LAYOVER DAY! Smaller day hikes to waterfalls and drinking at the Phantom Ranch. Yes, there is a place that serves booze in the Grand Canyon.

Day 5 – Backpack 4.7 miles, this time uphill. Camp at Indian Gardens campground. See amazing waterfalls!

Day 6 – Wake up at 4am to hike the rest of thef way out of the canyon, 4.6 miles straight up, before the sun makes it nearly unbearable. Emerge on the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, celebrate by going to brunch and having a shot of whiskey. Take a 6 hour shuttle ride back to the North Rim. Drive 80 miles to Kanab. Take a much needed/deserved hot hot shower.

Day 7 – Drive 310 miles back to home. Arrive home sore, sunburned, and feeling victorious!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

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Sheesh I’m late at getting this up…

Every year President’s Day holds a very significant meaning to me.

Hiking.

Over the long weekend my hiking friends and I hit the road to destinations far more beautiful than the tired looking Salt Lake City– all soggy and clinging to one inversion after another.

The past two years we have gone to Moab, UT. You can read about them HERE and HERE.

This year our hiking adventure took us to Zions National Park.

It snowed on us pretty much the entire time. But…holy shit was it ever beautiful!

Here are a few highlights from the trip.

You can't go on a River Walk and not get a picture by the river, right?

Group shot of my hiking group in front of Weeping Rock.

But after every storm, the sun eventually comes back out. This is the view from our hotel that night.

The next morning on our way up Watchman, we found out the sun was a tease.

But that didn't keep us down. Staci proclaimed that every picture must have a silly pose.

Like this...

And this...

After a huge storm rolled in with snowflakes the size of cotton balls, we decided the only logical thing to do was drink.

We took the long way home and Staci insisted on stopping every quarter of a mile to take a picture. This is me in the car taking a picture of her outside of the car. Who is the smarter sister I ask you?

But even from inside the car, it was hard not to get an amazing picture. Every direction you turned was breathtaking.

More pictures from the our Zions trip can be found HERE.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

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One of my favorite nights in New York was surprisingly enough NOT the night I broke my foot.

It was the night before.

There was an art expo of sorts at one of the BlogHer parties where a woman was painting words on people at the party. I recognized the inspiration behind the writing instantly as the Everyone is Beautiful project that my blogging hero, Jenny the Bloggess, participated in. I also recognized that I had to be painted.

After waiting in a short line, the woman doing the painting asked me what I would like to have written on me. I wasn’t sure so she asked me to tell her a little bit about me.

“Well, I recently went through a really rough break-up, but, you know, I’m staying strong and…”

“That’s it.”

“What’s it?”

“‘Staying strong.’ You just said it brilliantly. Where would you like it?”

“On my thigh.”

“You got it, sugar. I think that is perfect.”

I posed for several pictures taken with my camera, friends cameras and the BlogHer photographer’s camera.

Honestly, it was the perfect choice. I felt sexy. I felt strong. And the best part was, when I finally put down my skirt and stopped posing for pictures, I felt as though I had a powerful secret with me for the rest of the night.

My friends, on the other hand, being the extroverts that they are, chose to wear their writings in more of an in your face way.

Susan was "amazingly beautiful strong" and positively glowing in this picture.

Sassy Cat, about an hour before discovering she was actually "empowing her vagina" due to two missing letters - a simple typo that gave us an entire evening of jokes.

I don’t talk about this often, in fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever addressed this directly on my blog, but I have anxiety attacks. Not in the debilitating day to day sort of way, more in the put me in a large group of strangers – especially men – and I will feel like I am going to have a heart attack sort of way.  Which is why I love these two bitches even more.

Their writing helped detract attention away from me.

Did I still have an anxiety attacks? Several. Was I medicated? You bet your ass I was. Did I strike up any conversations with actual New Yorkers? Not one.

But what is really importantly to note here is not that I have anxiety, but that I still had one of the funnest nights ever in spite of it. In fact, the next morning, as the three of sat for breakfast lunch – completely hung over and still with writing on various parts of our bodies – we looked around the room and agreed that no one else at the conference could possibly be having as much fun as we were.

How’s that for staying strong?

Blogfully yours,

Summer

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As many of you know, I spent my 30^th birthday in New York City. In theory it was the absolutely most perfectest place to spend a milestone birthday.

That theory was bullshit.

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE New York and for the most part I had fantastic time. It’s just that I don’t get along with birthdays all that great to begin with.

My actual birthday was spent moving in slow motion due to pre-birthday celebrations. And I mean SLOW MOTION.

I don’t think we left the hotel once that day.

It took a great deal of effort, but we did make it to two of the three conference sessions (no one can say we didn’t make it to any of the actual conferences). Afterward we got dolled up for dinner and a night on the town to celebrate my “real” birthday.

Cat, Susan and I went to a fancy-schmancy New York style dinner, then back  to the hotel for the estrogen filled party known as Sparklecorn 2010.

Since it was my birthday, and the birthday girl gets to call all the shots, I decided that I wanted to change from my short, sassy, pink dress into jeans and a black top that always makes me feel like a million bucks.

Now, here comes the embarrassing part.

I’m not even going to pretend like alcohol was not involved…

We headed up to the room where I asked my birthday bitches, Susan and Cat, which panties I should wear… don’t ask me why. I ended up deciding to try on both pairs so they could appropriately asses the extent of panty lines that may or may not be showing through my super tight pants.

So I jumped, and I shimmied, into the worlds most non-stretchy jeans.

Then, as I was pulling out the last acrobatic movement to slipping them over my ass, there was an earth-shatteringly loud POP. And then I dropped to the floor. And then I died.

When the girls finally got me to stop screaming, they lifted me onto the bed to examine the source of the pop, the source being my ankle, which now  looked like there was a baseball attached to it.

I fucking kid you not.

From this pint on our plans were drastically changed. No more hitting the town, going form bar to bar. Instead Susan and Cat ran to the local convenience store to get bandages and ice while I laid in the hotel room drinking like the lush-birthday-princess-gimp I was.

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After wrapping up my ankle, they located a double-wide wheelchair from the hotel lobby and wheeled me downstairs to the hotel bar.

No sense in letting the birthday celebrations end because of a possible broken bone, right?

After a sleepless night the adventure of getting me from the hotel, to the airport and through airport security began. Again, no easy feat and quite possibly the most humbling, humiliating experience I have ever had to go through.

I waited until I got home to go to the doctor. Guess what? My drunken skinny jeans adventure has landed me with a broken 5th meditarcel. I don’t know what that means, but I find out tomorrow if I need to have surgery.

Yay?

I guess now that I’m thirty I need to start wearing “mom jeans” and taking calcium pills.

Seriously, what’s next? Memory loss? Hot flashes? Depends? Reading glasses? Dentures?

Hell, I may as well take up mall-walking now… that is, of course, after my foot is healed.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – More pictures can be seen HERE

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I’m going to New York.

Wait, let me try that again.

I am going to New York City for my very first time ever. And? I will be celebrating my 30th birthday there. Which means I will also be celebrating the final days of my 20′s,  in New York City.

I have no idea what to pack. I think I’ll just pack one of everything I own. Better to be over prepared, right?

Did I mention I’m going to NEW YORK FREAKING CITY?

Sorry, I keep thinking if I say it enough times it will actually sink in that I really am going, to New York City, for the first time EVER.  

I’m pretty sure this city is going to eat me alive and spit out my remains. Of course I get off on that kind of abuse so I will likely fall in love with the city and pine to move there and live a pennyless existence in a 400 sq foot apartment.

Doesn’t it just sounds so romantic?

New York City…

I guess I should make mention that the real reason I am going is for a blogging convention called BlogHer (see those adds on the side of my blog? Yeah, that’s who puts on the convention).

This will be my second year attending. In fact, you can read all about my Chicago BlogHer adventure HERE.

Chicago was awesome, but I have a feeling it won’t hold a candle to New York.

So, when do I leave?

Taking the red eye out tonight.

So, am I packed?

Haven’t packed a thing.

Who am I traveling with?

My amazing friend Susan!

What do I plan to do while I am there?

Outside of drinking? I’m not really sure. Maybe take a double decker tour bus to see the city, go to Central Park, try not to get mugged, scream, “up yours buddy!” to somebody on the street while giving them the bird.

You know, the normal things.

NEW YORK CITY BABY!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

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Last weekend I went on my annual Hiking adventure to Moab, Utah.

It was a-freaking-mazing!

The night before my friend Heidi and I hit the road, it snowed. Not just a little flurry either, we are talking serious inches here. Fortunately we were about an hour and a half shy of our original “get a jump start on the drive,” so the roads were fairly clear for us.

The drive from Salt Lake City to Moab is magical. With every passing mile you watch the mountains turn from brown dirt to red rock, or in this particular case, the parts of the mountains peeking through through the snow.

It’s as if the rest of the world, all of your stress, worries and responsibilities, just fades away and you are simply… FREE!

The drive home is nowhere near as fun.

For our first full day of hiking we kicked things off with a three mile round trip hike to see the beautiful Corona Arch.

The trail had the sun shining directly on it and was fairly dry for the most part. We lucked out in weather with sunny clear skies and a brisk temperature in the low 40′s.

Our second hike was a six mile portion of the Porcupine Rim, a trail normally reserved for mountain bikers. I’d have to say over 60% of the trail was covered in snow. The last mile or so had not been traveled since the recent snow fall so we broke trail through 4-6 inches of slushy snow.

Hiking through the snow is actually quite fun. Mostly because I got to try out crampons for the first time, which surprisingly is nowhere nearly as kinky as it sounds.

For our second day of hiking we decided to try something a little off the beaten path. Our group leaders spoke with a ranger about a hike to see Tunnel Arch and Ring Arch. We followed the rangers instructions as best as possible, but the ground was so covered with snow it was difficult to find the defined trail. We ended up playing hopscotch from one patch of snow to the next to avoid destroying the cryptobiotic soil for portions of the hike.

It was about a five mile round trip hike. The payoff was not worth the large potions of bush whacking (again, not nearly as kinky as it sounds) it required and I don’t think we will do this hike again.

When we stopped for lunch, my feet were soaking and I had blisters, but with two hikes still to go, I bandaided up and carried on.

The second hike was a short one and a half mile round trip, through a very snowy hike into The Devils Garden to see Landscape Arch. The crampon’s were lifesavers on this hike.

It was beautiful! Breathtaking actually. It’s hard to describe the pure magicalness of it all. Most people associate Moab with warm weather and dessert scenery. To see it snow covered is such a rarity and it may sound funny to say, but I feel privileged to have been able to see it.

The final hike for our Moab trip is always to Delicate Arch. A semi-grueling three mile hike to see one of the most well known arches of Utah.

Even though the trail was icy in parts, muddy in others; and in spite of the fact I had blisters and was more than a little exhausted from the previous 16 or so miles, I still had to run down the Delicate Arch trail back to the car. Just like I did last year.

People look at you like you are crazy when you are running full speed down a sandstone trail, completely unable to stop, yelling at them to MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, but the feeling is so exhilarating I just flat out didn’t care. I ran. Down the sandstone, through the mud, across the bridge, to finally collapse in the back of a truck bed with a huge smile on my beet red face.

When the rest of the group got back to the cars, we all had a beer in the parking lot to toast another year of amazing hiking.

To say I love my hiking group and the time I spend with them is an understatement of mass proportions.

How many days until next years adventure?

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – For more pictures of my Moab adventure check out my Flickr page.

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