Old Wahsatch
Bio
Outdoorsman, barber, husband, father, cynic, optimist, idealist, cyclist.
My name is Andy. I live in Utah. I write under the name Old Wahsatch, taken from the name of a ghost town near Evanston, Wyoming.
Stories (5/0)
Mindfulness in the Mountains
When I was younger, I remember there were many instances involving my dad telling me to pay attention to my surroundings. We would be hiking, usually close to home in Salt Lake City, or maybe in Zion National Park, and I’d be running wild; jumping over cracks (to avoid breaking my momma’s back), climbing rocks, looking for animals. Without a doubt I’d probably forget to pay attention and run right into oncoming hikers. My parents would apologize, obviously embarrassed, and then we’d be on our way.
By Old Wahsatch6 years ago in Wander
Only Trash Leaves Trash
The mountains are calling and I must go! But first... In a world of hashtags and Snapchat, we find ourselves immersed in glorious content. Coffee, pine trees, Red Wing boots and raw denim, and all of it masked in camera filters and brand names.
By Old Wahsatch6 years ago in Wander
