Confession: We hiked Anna Ruby Falls in October 2012. But, there are pictures of us which I know you are all dying to see.
Beautiful, isn't it? It is basically a series of smaller waterfalls.
Picture of me with no makeup...David made me get up early.
Picture of David:
Picture of us:
We went beyond the falls and took a longer hike that ends at the town. We only ventured part of the way seeing how it was 12 miles and we were woefully unprepared for anything more than a hike to the Y in Provo. You see, the hike to the falls was so easy we saw countless senior citizens (the kind who walk slow because they can't walk much faster... was that offensive? Hope not...) And while it was steep it had nothing to what I was expecting. Furthermore, it was paved the whole way. A mile or so past the falls the path meandered towards a tunnel of branches. We couldn't see what was on the other side of this dark, murky section of the woods. The camera exaggerates the difference, but the bright, cloudless sky above did not easily penetrate the protecting boughs.
There was magic in this place, I could sense it. The area imposed a duality of both apprehension and repose. My imagination conjured images of the past and of where the tunnel might lead. An ancient civilization still inhabited by creatures known only in myth? A terrible event too tragic to narrate? There was a lingering sense that it's history was not truly in the past. That whatever happened produce this feeling was merely suppressed, lurking just beneath reality.
The hike down we saw a millipede! We waited for it to finish crossing the path before continuing. What a fascinating creature.