I Love the Mountains!

Sometimes I just can’t believe my good luck. I live in the beautiful mountains of Utah, and now that the world is green again, I am reminded daily of why I love it so much. Like my rock friend here, I can’t help but smile.

Recently Mountain Dad and I took the tots on a hike. The trailhead is literally across the street from our home and within two minutes of setting out we were swallowed into lush forest land. The trees grew so tall, it felt like we were in a tunnel of green. Tots laughter and singing filled the air along with bird calls and the sound of our our feet crunching the fallen foilage. 

Soon the canopy opened to a mountain vista of pines, maples and aspens with a few cabins dotted along the way. A river gurgled in the valley below us and as we walked along, the air was intoxicatingly fresh. 

We followed the trail down to the valley floor where it ran along the stream. Here little g and I counted several wild raspberry plants sprouts while Mountain Dad waded in the freezing water. Big E soon joined him to throw rocks and pine cones into the current.

The weather was warm and my family close. I smiled at my good fortune. It’s moments like these that make me grateful for what I have: love, family and a beautiful place to live and play.