Sunday, July 14, 2013

My heart wants to sigh.

This weekend,
I hiked in Little Cottonwood Canyon.

To Cecret Lake
in the Albion Basin, to be exact.
Doesn't that sound romantic?


We went up past the ski resorts,
leaving the summer heat at the foot of the mountain.

I thought the immobile ski lifts
complimented the scenery perfectly,
standing as tall and majestic
as the ancient pines.  

Admittedly,
I spent a lot of the hike
pretending we were in Switzerland,
wanting to sing out
that the hills were alive with the sound of music.

Seriously.
Amidst the boulders
sprung up thick carpets 
of brilliant, unassuming wildflowers.

I gave elegant names to especially pretty views,
like Anne of Green Gables would do,
like
Alpine Lea
and
Stony Slope.

I gotta say,
brooks really do laugh
as they trip and fall over stones on their way.
That's the only way
to describe it.

2 comments:

  1. Oh how fun! I love it. I want to hear all about it.

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  2. Wow, can you write!!! Sounds fun. Hope you had good company. xoxo Mom

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