In my own backyard

Saturday, we had a couple hours to blow until Sam had to go into work.
We thought we would take advantage of the now limited good weather days in Utah.
We took the kids up to Bridal Veil Falls in the Provo Canyon.

We had a couple of kids in diapers last time we went up there, I remember them getting all soggy and wet.
Of course that could have been anytime in the past ten years...it is all a blur.

It really is a beautiful place.

Sometimes you forget about things that are this close to where you live.
I keep telling my friend Wendy, who lives in a really cool city by a beach, that we should trade houses for a weekend.
She wondered why in the world she would want to come to Utah?
HA Wendy! HA!
You will regret scoffing at me now. Scoffer.
Our billy-goat kids started hiking to the top of the falls.
I said to Sam, I think I will climb up with them for a minute and get a couple of pictures.

It was rock.
It was shifting rock.
I was barefoot.
Me=Idiot.
My kids were barefoot too.
Of course, since summer was wrapping up, their feet are like leather, and mine, well...they are delicate.
Plus, that very morning Ponica took me to that Cycling class again. And my squatter was good and sore, so I had a hard time with the climb itself.
I couldn't keep up, and about half-way there I realized my plight...but like a good picture taking soldier, I went on. Bloodied feet and all.
Here are the upper falls:

And here is my family.

Sam carried Mikayla up.
Apparently there is a TRAIL.
A real life non-rocky TRAIL.
Nice.
There is probably a tram too.
But I got exercise, no?
Here I am. And Sam.

To prove I did climb there.
Let's go back to that previous picture:

I just wanted to point out how high up we were. Those things I circled in the photo. Are PEOPLE.
Not tiny people. Full-sized people that are far, far away, in a land of shoes and socks.

So that was Bridal Veil Falls.
Then, in other news:
We have had a plethora of Soccer games.
And I couldn't be prouder of this guy:

Brendan was born with his mother's coordination.
I am so happy he has found something he enjoys, and that he is genuinely good at.

My camera was the point and shoot.
And who knew?
The batteries were low, and it made for some extra craptasic photos.
My apologies.
But I got some gems, unfocused and grainy as they are.
Like this one:

Incidentally, he was kicking the winning goal in this photo.
For reals.
I couldn't help but be reminded of Mosh Pit Girl when I saw it.
(*edited to add, NO I AM NOT MOSH-PIT GIRL. I stole this off the internet. If you do a search for Mosh Pit Girl, she is a favorite amongst Photoshop Geeks.)

Told you he has my coordination.
And then I caught this one too, same day even...

You can sing with me now "....Everybody was Kung-FU Fighting...HUH!"

And that was my weekend entertainment.