Carson and I celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary earlier this month. I have been meaning to blog about it since we got back, but we have been busy gardening, doing sewing projects, spring cleaning a few things around our house, the NBA finals, and just taking care of our cute little ones.
But better late than never right? So here is the story of my first backpacking trip.
Carson decided that we would go backpacking for our anniversary, (I would have picked something like a relaxing cruise). I had never been backpacking before, and we have had nice backpacking backpacks since the first summer we were married that have never been used. Carson picked Grand Gulch as our destination, he called and reserved the permit, and we dropped our kiddos off with grandparents so we could have a nice trip together. Sounds like fun right?
Backpacking is hard work.
We had to go 4 miles before we would be in the canyon and could see any of the Indian ruins. When we had only gone about 2 miles I was already doubting my backpacking abilities.
So I suffered in silence and kept on walking.
Ok so it wasn't really silence, I might have complained a little.
I carry babies around all day, this shouldn't have been that hard.
Poor Carson would take something out of my pack every time we stopped and put it in his.
We eventually made it the 4 miles to the first ruin. We got to stop and take our packs off to explore around a bit, and you know what? I can hike around all day without the pack strapped to my back.
The rest of the canyon is dotted with ruins, so we got to stop and explore every so often, and backpacking became a bit more fun.
We went seven miles that day and then Carson found the perfect spot to put our tent. Once the tent was up I may or may not have gone in, laid down, and not moved again until it was time to get ready for bed.
It rained all night long! Carson was hailed as a genius for picking such a good spot to put our tent and protect us from the rain.
The next day I was rejuvenated, and we hiked 3 more miles down the canyon looking at more ruins. With no packs this was tons of fun, but we did have to cross the muddy flowing water that fulled the empty creek bed overnight. Between that and walking through the wet bushes, we were soaked.
After some fun exploring we headed back to our campsite, packed up, and headed out. Carrying our packs was much easier that day. The trail crosses the creek about 100 times in the canyon, and it got a bit annoying crossing the water so much. In some spots the water was flowing pretty fast, and we lost the trail once because it was underwater for so long. This left us doing some serious bouldering...with packs on!!! I was so happy when we made it back to the trail!!
I made it back to the car with only 1 blister, and we stopped for a milkshake on the way home, so it was a very successful trip.
Have you ever noticed that my blog is not jam packed full of selfies.
Do you want to know why?
Carson and I are terrible at taking them!
Maybe we have short arms, or maybe we are just haven't perfected it, but they always turn out terrible.
At least you can see the ruins in the background.
Now some mushy stuff about this handsome Indian ruin loving guy.
He is the best dad ever. He takes on bath night all by himself when I have Relief Society activities. He helps with the dishes. He loves me. He plays with our kids. He takes good care of our yard. He takes on whatever crazy projects I dream up. He eats whatever I cook. He spends time with me. He is my best friend.
I sure am lucky to have him in my life.
Happy Anniversary Babe.!!!