When Sam first invited me to visit him at the Utah Shakespeare Festival in Cedar City, it wasn’t only the promise of free shows, internet, sunshine, and his face that led me to say yes.
It was also the promise of hiking. Gorgeous, glorious, exhilarating hiking amidst gorgeous, glorious, exhilarating red-green burnished landscape.
Oh, and the promise of getting to dress up like a cowgirl for said hiking.
(Those words on the side, right there? Completely unintentional framing; I almost died laughing when I uploaded the photo to my computer.)
Last weekend Sam, three other musicians, and I spent the day venturing deepdeep into Kanarraville Falls, and it was the most spectacular day of hiking I’ve yet had in my life (and that’s counting some rather wonderful childhood bushwalks in Australia).
Because here’s the thing:
What were you doing last Saturday, Hannah?
Oh, just hiking up waterfalls in a cowgirl hat. No big deal.
See that ladder, right there? That was the least intimidating ladder of the hike; others were a combination of logs, nails, and rope, and once or twice there weren’t even ladders. Just waterfalls and rocks.
I’d like to take this moment to thank Sam for his manly-manly strength and chivalry in helping me out of many a tight spot during this hike, as it seems my mind was sometimes better at plotting a route upwards than my body was at managing the route.
As the majority of the walk was spent stepping and dancing and jumping through water, I didn’t take my camera, so the photos you see here are courtesy of Sam and his iPhone. Thanks Sam! Also, let’s all say hi to Drew! Hi Drew!
After several water and snack breaks (hey there, Primal Strips! You are a strange yet tasty creation of strange tastiness!), we made it up a steep red-dirt slippery incline and took photos to mark our hiking prowess, not realizing until later that our photos didn’t quite prove the extent of our height-achievement.
But at least you can see the pretty. The pretty.
With five hours of hiking, river-fording, waterfall-hiking, and waterfall-watersliding under our metaphorical belts, we made it back to civilization with joy in our hearts.
I like it when civilization includes perfectly ripe, sweet, and crisp pears hanging free-for-the-taking over a fence.
And ridiculously sugary cereal and creamy vanilla almond milk with which to replenish mind and soul afterwards doesn’t hurt either.