Its about 10 pm and we’re just finishing pitching our small dome tent about 100 yards from a small lake in the Uinta Mountains of Utah. I’m probably 12 years old, and I’m with my dad and some other scouts and their dads.
My last article was a bit of an anger fueled rant. I’ve spent the last few hikes stewing about how terrible our whole outdoor trending society is, and it’s made the first half of each hike pretty negative.
First off, leather gloves for snowy, winter activities? Yeah, I was skeptical too. However, they’ve been treated with water resistant treatment and baked (yes, baked!) in an actual oven to seal in the treatment.
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.
The mountains are calling and I must go! But first...