Days 6 and 7 of my 22′ Rocky Mountain tour. There and Back Again, just like Bilbo Baggins!
I got to golf with my dad, which the older I get the more I appreciate. I was never a huge fan of golf but apparently am pretty OK (I’m pretty OK at a lot of things) at it because I went to the driving range so often as a kid. The theme with everything as I get older is “Wow this is really rewarding when I actually give a shit and apply myself.”
I still enjoy not taking golf seriously sometimes though. That’s my other theme as I get older, is not taking anything seriously.
You’ll notice there is no map on this post as I was traveling by car. I loaded up with my parents to visit my family in Provo, also where I was born. I only lived there briefly as a baby so it doesn’t have strong ties as home or anything.
The definition of home has definitively changed during this trip.
However Provo, Utah DOES have large mountains surrounding it. The Wasatch Range stands tall in the east, giving mornings an extra few hours of shade compared to any other city I’ve been to. Mountains on the horizon does few like home wherever I am, so that’s the first definition of what ‘home’ means to me.
The majority of Utah is very easy on the eyes.
My dad drives a Volkswagen GTI. If you have the means, I highly recommend it. It is so choice.
It was great seeing my family and also lining up the Fourth of July on this trip. That wasn’t the plan but I just happened to get there at the right time. My sister had a small leak in her irrigation system that we decided to help her fix. Once we found the leak four feet under we also decided that we could bury all the extra bodies she was keeping in her basement. Two birds with one stone!
Really this is a modified standing fighting position. I used to dig this on a bad day in the Army.
We had a solid Fourth of July, complete with kids freaking out with excitement and terror at the idea of lighting fireworks. Bless their hearts, the kids are alright.
The next morning we finished up the sprinkler and my sister helped me do some trip planning. She used to live in Montana so she had all the deets, and excitedly broke out the atlas to tell me each and every road that required riding.
Basically western Montana, the recommended route was ‘Ride everything in the area’. I took note that Flathead Lake, Glacier NP, and west of Kalispell near the Kootenai National Forest and Lake Koocanusa would need to be checked out.
My other sis was very jealous of my trip, and requested that I take her on a camping trip some time where she doesn’t have to plan any of it, but is 100% down for whatever it is. Careful what you wish for, I might bring plastic bags for toilets… And if you are reading this, thank you for the sweet sunset hot tub session, my 3rd of the trip (‘I should get a hottub… wait I’m in one again OK I’ll just keep borrowing’)
We said our goodbyes and started heading back south towards Kanab. There was a storm system rolling over the eastern mountains, so we had perpetual rainbow for the four hour drive home.
So many rainbows I almost had a rain-boner. Sorry for the crude joke mom.
