Back To Nature

I've explored Salt Lake's shopping plenty since we moved here, but that's about it. From the valley we can see the mountain trees warming in color. We finally ventured up into Big Cottonwood Canyon Friday, hoping to see the fall leaves before the weekend rain. We used to go to Provo Canyon all the time when we lived there and realized how much we had been missing during the beautiful drive. Plenty of other people were taking advantage of the nearby forest and majestic cliffs. We passed hunters, rock climbers, hikers, fishermen, and the toughest cyclists I've ever seen, ascending the 15 curving miles.
When we got to little Silver Lake in Brighton there were lots of families walking the paved trail around the lake. Brian grew happy and reminiscent as he breathed in the (naturally) pine-fresh air.
Eli was in heaven, exploring off the trail, throwing gravel, and chasing squirrels. He was constantly running, laughing, and saying "Woooow." Brian grew proud that Eli was going to love hiking and fishing like his dad. Brian's outdoorsiness showed as he scoped out the best fishing spots- where the lake grew deep and cold. The fish were even jumping out of the water. He was disappointed that we hadn't discovered this place sooner.
All the aspen trees were glowing yellow, a beautiful contrast intermixed with the evergreens. It was the perfect evening. I can see why this was Brigham Young's summer vacation spot. I hope they had mosquito repellent back then.