One thing that all BYU freshman do is hike the "Y". Typically this is done after midnight when the group of students involved are annoyingly hyper and have no better outlet for all that pent-up energy. Well, I don't know if it's because I was obsessed with spending every second of my time with Kevin (my roommates would probably say "yes" to this), but for some reason I never made the hike up to the infamous, and rather large concrete symbol. So, enjoying hiking as we do, we decided to fulfill this BYU tradition as a family.
The hike is really not all that far, but the trail is actually pretty steep. That coupled with a much higher elevation than we're use to made the hike just a little tough for all involved (or at least me and the kids). We stopped frequently to drink water (it was an 80-degree day) and well, breathe; but it was again exciting to watch my kids, tired as they were, keep at it all the same.
It's sort of hard to see, but this picture shows both the gate marking the beginning of the trail, and the painted "Y" up on the mountainside in the left corner of the picture.
Here we are at the gate, ready to begin.
Stopping to breathe.
Stopping to breathe again.
And again ... of course, sitting on the cool rock was also part of the appeal.
Our destination is finally in site.
Yeah! We made it.
Pregnant lady needs a rest.
The hike actually seemed a piece of cake for Kevin; even with Brooks on his back the whole way.
And, of course, the kids now have plenty of energy to play on the spray-painted concrete. Luckily they didn't surprise the love birds below with any unexpected rocks. 
How I hope they remember these times together.
The hike is really not all that far, but the trail is actually pretty steep. That coupled with a much higher elevation than we're use to made the hike just a little tough for all involved (or at least me and the kids). We stopped frequently to drink water (it was an 80-degree day) and well, breathe; but it was again exciting to watch my kids, tired as they were, keep at it all the same.
It's sort of hard to see, but this picture shows both the gate marking the beginning of the trail, and the painted "Y" up on the mountainside in the left corner of the picture.
Here we are at the gate, ready to begin.
Stopping to breathe.
Stopping to breathe again.
And again ... of course, sitting on the cool rock was also part of the appeal.
Our destination is finally in site.
Yeah! We made it.
Pregnant lady needs a rest.
The hike actually seemed a piece of cake for Kevin; even with Brooks on his back the whole way.
And, of course, the kids now have plenty of energy to play on the spray-painted concrete. Luckily they didn't surprise the love birds below with any unexpected rocks. 
How I hope they remember these times together.
Yes--I would have to concur with the above statement of you loving your time with Kevin (totally understand--I spent much time with my husband before, and after, we got married :). And I have not hiked the Y yet either...we'll have to try it soon. Thanks for sharing!!
ReplyDeleteWow, fences and gates now, I guess it's been a long time...or I have a bad memory. Those pictures are great and I sure down the road will help trigger lots of little memories! What fun!
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