Literally. My ward decided to hike to the summit of Squaw Peak. Not the part you drive to and do scandalous things in the dark, but the hiking trail. We started at about 10:40 this morning, and didn't get back down the mountain until 4. We climbed from the base to the very very top. As in, we couldn't have climbed any higher because there was nothing left. We were at the very top.
The hike was beautiful. At the base, there was a river that the trail crossed back and forth across about five times, and all along the trail there are blue and yellow wildflowers that make everything smell delicious, and the birds are everywhere, and you're really annoyed at the guy a few yards beneath who won't stop singing really loud just to show off, even though his voice isn't that great. Then you stop, and it's just you and your boy and nature, and everything is so quite and still and you look down and ants are crawling all over your shoes, so you decide to catch up to the guy who has your water bottle in his backpack :)
At the very top, you are standing on large boulders, and you can see everything for miles and miles and miles in every direction. The wind is strong enough to blow you off the mountain, so you cling to the shrubbery and sit in the blazing sun that is twice as bright when you're several thousand extra feet up. The air is so thin that you can't breathe, and then it blows at you so hard that you can't breathe the air that is there. It was so beautiful.
I wish I hadn't forgotten my camera.
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