8 Deep

It's August and I'm disappointed. Gradually my life is getting more routine and less adventurous. I've gone weeks now without so much as taking a drive through the mountains, unheard of in the past. How do I balance my work and my family and still find time for these ideas floating around in my head? A better question is; how do I force myself to do these things alone? I want to travel, I want to get out of my comfort zone, and I want to experience as much as possible. Some things are best done alone, sometimes that's the better part of an experience, but sometimes you just want someone to share those moments with. The key idea being, though, to not hold yourself back because there isn't someone with you. Walk alone until you meet someone on the same path.

For the 4th of July my dad, sister, cousin Tyler and I all went camping on the Skyline Drive in Fairview, Utah. As tradition, we visit the small lake town of Scofield for their holiday events each year. This was the first time I used my truck to pull anything, it was the first time I put any weight in/on my truck actually. We loaded up our fourwheeler and side-by-side and I drug them over an hour up the canyon- slowly. My dad, who was pulling our house trailer, didn't even have the patience to follow behind me, passing me long before we reached our destination. Radio up loud and dog in the passenger seat I finally reached our camp spot and helped set up. A few hours later Tyler pulled in with his own trailer and we had a mighty fine night around the fire. Saturday morning we loaded up the machines and headed for Scofield. A few miles and a face full of dust later, we enjoyed ourselves in the small town. As the sun reached the western sky we began our ride back to camp, exhausted and ready to settle down for the night. 
An all day ride across the Skyline on Sunday left us dirty, sunburnt, tired and happy. My mom decided to visit our camp that night, lucky for her Tyler had been creative and made cobblers that night and Saturday night. After a sugar rush we all settled around the fire and chatted above the sound country songs. Mom headed home and we headed to bed, dreading the fact our trip was over come Monday morning. 
We packed up Monday morning and hurried our for one last ride, going down a trail I'd never seen before. The view was gorgeous and I seriously regretted having left my camera at camp. I will go back there as soon as possible, camera in hand and with time to explore. The weekend over, we headed back to the valley to enjoy the firework show presented by our many neighbors, ending the holiday and returning us to our routines.