Sunday Hiking

Hey,
anyone in the greater SLCUT area on Blogger?
anyone passing through SLCUT?

I've started this spring something new for myself. Each sunday morning I've gone for either a walk around my neighborhood or a hike up a canyon. With SLCUT having 7 to choose I;m puzzeled about which hike I want to do next.
This morning sporting my new Shoes (snowshoes) I beat my way up to the Cardiff Mine (Mill D South in Big Cottonwood). It rained on my party of one as I approached the mine. I pushed on and up into the bowl fearing avalanch. I took the risk and the view of a big ass snow field paid sunburn to my eyes while it continued to rain.

The point of this message is: I;m looking for someone to hike with. Grab the cameras, head up early, plan a different hike each week varying in skill levels and repeating the hikes as the seasons change.

Anyone one game???

Later
B

celebration

To conclude my work at UPS I decided to go for a good hike.

Previously this year I attempted to hike up to Lake Blanch in Big Cottonwood Canyon. Uh, snowshoes would have been better that day. I only made it a mile before pulling out the camera and pyning my way through ankle deep powder.
The Lake Blanch trail turned out perfect for my requirements. A lofty lung & leg burning goal. I met a race horse along the way - galloping in my chest. I did not think I was this out of shape. With a 2,500 foot elevation climb in 2-3 miles half of it on icey snow I wish I would have grabbed my snowshoes out of the UPS delivery truck in the morning - I tracked them on line knowing when they'd be deliverd. I also use to work in that particular UPS pre-load area. I almost turned back multiple times, what drove me on was the want of just seeing what the area looked like under a blanket of snow. Punching the crust of icey snow made the going difficult. On top though the view of the high end of the canyon made the trek worth while. The trek down went slick-a-dy-do through soft snow of the early afternoon. I met several others stomping their way up.

This hike exceded my expatations for the time being. Later this spring I'll redo the hike in want of seeing the changes. I forget how beautiful this area of the country is. I also forget how close it is to my door.

Later
B

Rally

Yesterday, freelancing, I put in a little time with the Imigrant Rally/March in SLC. I've got one phrase.

HOLY SHIT THERE"S A LOT OF PEOPLE HERE!!!
Yeah, what ever, I thought initially. I played between gathering groups (the opposition & the Latinos). Where the two groups met on Capital Hill, the potiential for trouble stirred. Adrenalin rushed as I participated as a 'neutral' between so that the 'helmits' (cops in riot gear) wouldn't need to intervien. Damn I wanted a little scrappin' photo op. The local news is saying conservatively 25,000 people.

I've got some pixs to page through.
Later
B

...so don't walk under powerlines during ice storms

I decided to head out for a walk this after noon to enjoy the falling snow. Yes, a winter wonderland it is all around, for spring that is; which is not appropriate. Besides wishing I'd put on hip waders to negotiate the torrents know as gutters & intersections, I wish I'd an umbrella to protect myself from falling debre precasously balancing on conduits of power. Burr. I also must remember not to tug on freshly budded tress covered in snow.

Complacent Atitude

Precariously balancing my laptop between knees and palms, I sit stairing at blank screens [of blogs] watching snow gather outside. My tea grows cold setting next to FF Bruce's The Hard Sayings of Jesus Christ. On my mind of late are thoughts without resoucres piling up waiting to explode under triffling circumstances. Blogs of this mater should already be posted yet, in my complacency they are not. The US Coast Guard adversitment echoes "I am the line in the sand; I am the defender of the homeland." My sentament these days for an odd reason is "I am the stick in the mud; I will make you become stuck with me." Complacency, that's it. I know what I want to do. I know how to do it. I've read a stack of motivational books. I even subscribe to bguides. Go a head and pray for me, I am. Actually that is the one thing that this bout of complacency is making me do. As a result my attidude is changing. Actions do speek louder then words. Bruce notes that it is not the letter of the 'law' that makes the sayings of Christ hard; it's the attitudes by which they challenge that does. When atitudes change so do the actions, just compare these two stories the first about the debtor who is forgiven much yet forces another to pay him back and the second the harlot who washes Jesus' feet with her hair.