Tony… Tony Grove that is. My evening adventure tonight included a jaunt up Logan Canyon to spend the evening/night at Tony Grove Lake and do my version of a “hike.” Not all this straight up the mountain crapola on a biscuit. Stop the insanity, Yogi Bear! Just a nice little trail walk around naturey stuff… a few inclines… a few declines… a few rocks… and beauty a plenty! Bring me that, please! I didn’t even need my hovercraft invention for this sucker. Madre came with me and of course where there are flowers to be stolen, Madre will steal them… I tried to be the flower-stealing police, but she still walked away from the place with a huge armful of illegally gotten goods… case in point…
She was also on this kick of complaining that we did not bring a pic-a-nic, which reminded me of my sweet Gramsy Berger, who loved herself a good pic-a-nic… especially if it included her favorite feeeesh. I had to stop Madre from horning in on everyone else’s picnics on several occasions… she even went so far as to ask some fishermen/women if they were having any luck with the feesh, in hopes that they’d be all like, sure and why don’t you come on up to our campfire and partake of our feesh and loaves! Instead we had to make due with blueberry rice cakes, water, and an apricot which just so happened to be stowed in the car trunk.
Back to the adventure. I hadn’t been to Tony Grove since I was a teenager… even thought it’s about a 45-minute drive up the canyon. Bad idea, Whitney. I’d forgotten how beautiful it was up there. It has surpassed the beauty of any of the other hiking/day trip adventures I’ve been on this summer. Bear Lake is pretty, 2nd Dam is pretty, Spring Hollow is pretty, Green Canyon is pretty… but Tony Grove was breathtaking! I think I broke my camera taking so many crapified pictures. It was also freeing. I hiked me that trail with no problems whatsoever… no complaining about sweating or feet issues or it getting dark, etc. I survived crossing a broken bridge:
Climbed up a rock and sat my receptacle on a fallen tree trunk… never would have had the confidence to do that before… can’t heft my weight up that rock… I’ll totes fall off the tree… etc., etc., etc.
But mostly, we just took in the nature… total spirit booster, mood lifter, and all around good thing! There was a quote I snapped a picture of on one of the signs around the trail… pretty much sums it up:
You said it Bob… even if you did pass on tragically young. We’re already planning our next venture up to the lake… pic-a-nic in tow this time… I’ll take a pass on the feesh, though…
Question of the Day: Where’s the last naturey place you went to? Any recommendations?