There is a beautiful trail about 3 miles from our home. It borders the Ogden River and truly is wonderful. The main trail is 3.1 miles long. There is always a cool breeze blowing because it is down from Ogden Canyon. The trail is almost completely shaded, the air just feels fresher and cleaner, and you can hear and see the river running right along with you. Needless to say, I love it.
Beautiful isn't it?
The trail holds so many happy times for me. When I was running my half marathons my running partner Jill and I would almost always include this trail in our run. If we were running a short run we would only run the trail. If we were doing a long run we would start 7, 8, 9, etc miles away from the trail so this could be our last 3 miles. It was always rejuvenating to get to the trail. To feel the cool breeze and hear the river rushing by you. It also has a slight downward slope to it-which of course is nice! I learned every curve, tree, and other landmark.
The trail walkers/runners/riders are also like a little community. It doesn't matter who you are or if you know each other. Everyone smiles and says hi as they pass each other.
It was especially neat during the spring run off. The river was so full and loud, it would nearly come to the edge of the trail. I am so glad that I got to see that.
I don't run the trail anymore but at least once a week I walk the trail or ride my bike on the trail. I still love it and so does Carson. Hannah simply loves being outside :)
I wasn't able to walk the trail last week and was yearning to go. Tuesday nights are not good for us, Cam has bishopric meetings and things are busy, so I knew if I wanted to go I needed to go while Carson was in school. I decided to take my camera and do a little photo shoot with Hannah.
Here are some of my shots...
I took about 70 pictures and at least half of them show Hannah pointing at something...if you hear what she was saying it would be "what's that?" or "look" her two new favorite words-along with the pointing motion of course.
I am being long winded but this photo has a story. When I was thinking of good spots to take Hannah's pictures I knew for sure that I wanted to get some of her with this fallen log. I put Hannah on the side of it closest to the trail then I jumped over to the other side to get some pictures from that angle.
Well that was a bad idea. I must have gotten close to some wasps' home. I seriously started getting attacked by at least 10 wasps. Getting back over the log to the "safe side" was not as easy as jumping over it. While attempting my escape, worrying about Hannah, and trying to bat the wasps away I scratched up my right leg pretty badly in some tree branches. I tried to run a few steps but the wasps were relentless. I had one stuck in my hair, that eventually stung the top of my head. I grabbed it out with my hand and squished it with my fingers (pretty brave, huh! :) Another one was perched on the top of my leg. I don't know if it was stuck there or what, but it stung me too. I pulled it off, threw it to the ground, and stepped on it.
In the meantime I am looking at my Hannah who is just standing by the log looking at me. When I thought I had most of them away from me I snatched her up, during this the wasps had reformed for attack number two! The were swarming all around us angrily. I ran at least 1/4 a mile holding Hannah to get away from them. Then I did a sneak attack to get back to the stroller (which I left by the log-in my attempt to escape) making sure not to let the wasps know I was back. :)
I won't be trying that again, and needless to say the above shot was the only one I got with the log.