The last light of the day bathes the peaks above the Bear River in purple light.
I spent my Saturday in the mountains, the best way to spend a Saturday. My parents and older sister and I all hiked up to Silver Lake in American Fork Canyon, one of my classic go to hikes. It was a nice afternoon in the mountains with my family, and reminded me of all the times when my dad would drag us all up random trails while on vacation.
I was amazed at how easy this hike has become for me. When I first did this hike 3 summers ago, I huffed and puffed the entire way up. This year I felt strong and full of energy, I didn’t feel the need to stop even a single time on my way up the trail. It’s amazing what a difference 3 years of hiking makes on ones physical fitness.
That afternoon I asked Ashley if she would mind if I ran into the Uintas for the evening. Bless her heart, she agreed to let me go. It was my fathers day present I believe. I had been dying to get back into the Uintas in the early summer while there was still snow on the peaks. This was as much a scouting expedition to see the condition of the mountains as a photography trip. I ended up settling down in Christmas Meadows for the evening and enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere of the meadow. This is probably the most iconic spot in the Uintas, and for good reason. It’s a beautiful meadow, with a beautiful river running through it, and beautiful peaks in the distance. It’s also one of the prettiest places in the Uintas you can get to without a hike. However in true Uinta fashion I had it all to myself for the evening, I saw a couple of fisherman down the river when I first arrived, but they left shortly after I got there.
It’s amazing how the mountains renew and invigorate my spirits. I am reminded of the quote by Robert Louis Stevenson.
“It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.”