Stuck on Wasatch Mountain

by Kim on April 6, 2014 · 30 comments

The plan was to visit Bryce Canyon National Park. But, friends, we are still in the midst of The Never-Ending Winter and it is cold outside. Camping in below-freezing temperatures and snowstorms does nothing for me. So we’ve changed our plans.

Driving to Utah

On our way to Utah for our third presentation.

Car good luck charm

Our good luck charm with the Om Mani Padme Hum mantra.

On the road to Utah

Heading south with the hope of finding warmer weather.

Our third presentation (read Brian’s hilarious account of our first presentation) was in Murray, Utah and we’d planned to camp at Wasatch Mountain State Park. However, due to aforementioned Never-Ending Winter, upon arrival it was much too cold to camp. Luckily, Wasatch Mountain State Park has two adorable and heated (!) cabins and because no one in their right mind is hanging out outside at the moment, we had our pick of them.

cabin at Wasatch Mountain State Park

View from the cabin at Wasatch Mountain

We were supposed to leave Wasatch Mountain three days ago. But after sacrificing our Bryce Canyon camp trip to the weather gods and then succumbing to the realization that nowhere within a day’s drive is warm, we figured we might as well hole up on Wasatch Mountain. So we have. And it is delightful.

Yesterday morning held the fresh and sweet smell of spring. And while the bare buds of the Cottonwood trees are still waiting to bloom and bring color back to these mountains, today I sense that spring has nearly reached us.

Even though there is snow as fine as ash falling from the sky.

Even though the grasses are still limp and yellow, folded over on themselves like crumpled clothes.

Brian and I have found a mountain road, shuttered for the season, that we walk each morning. It is this routine, a few days of watching the same spot of earth unfolding into spring, that assures me that we will not have to wait long for warmer weather.

Road closed

Snowy road in spring

View from Wasatch Mountain State Park

For instance, in just the few days that we have been on Wasatch Mountain, the birds have returned to the sky. They are singing to each other, their lilting call echoing off of the bare trees. I know that they sing whether I am here or not, but it feels like a blessing that I am around to listen.

Small bird in a big blue sky

For me, the joy of being outside is not discovering something new but rediscovering what is always there when I take the time to see it.

Perhaps the weather gods know what they are doing after all. Because I am delighted at the chance to watch this Never-Ending Winter slowly, almost unperceivably, melt away to spring.

Tree buds

Buds waiting to bloom

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