I had been invited to go on a hike up Mt. Timpanogos in Utah Valley, and I happily agreed. I liked to do the hikes surrounding my home, and throughout other random parts of Utah. I was excited by the thought of hiking a new place instead of returning to one of my regulars. I quickly realized after our arrival at the base of the mountain that this would not be like the “hikes” I was accustomed to.
“Wow that photo is incredible!” Jessica commented, as we scrolled through some old pictures on my phone. “Where was that taken? It looks like such a fun hike. Is it far from here? Could I take the kids with me?” “Umm…” I responded lamely. I wracked my brain for the answers to her questions and began to sweat. Was that in St George or Kanab? The trail’s name started with an S. I’m sure of it. Or was it a R? Jessica looked at me with expectant eyes, but I knew I would never be able to answer her questions.
Well dang it. I missed out. Do you ever get that feeling? That regret? I definitely have. Now I have been finding ways to make sure I don’t have any more in the future.