Describe your first memorable experience exploring and spending time in nature. Were you in awe? Or were you not impressed? Would you rather spend time in the forest or the city?
I have two memories of my first experiences with nature, both are very different. I was born in Ohio, and I remember driving through the forest to take my dad to a lodge where he worked. At the time there was a huge locust migration going through and the sound in the trees was deafening. For me it wasn’t scary and it may very well be what began my sometimes creepy fascination with bugs. You couldn’t see them but you sure could here them. I remember the day I finally saw and heard only one locust. It was then that I realized how many had to have been in the trees to make the noise I so fondly remember.
The second happened when my family relocated from Kentucky to Utah (that’s a whole different story). Moving onto a military base is usually pretty cut and dry but for some reason our paperwork wasn’t quite processed when we got here for us to move onto Dugway Proving Grounds. Imagine our surprise to find that we were going to be camping in Johnson’s pass right outside of Dugway until our housing was ready. What an awesome place for a kid to live!! There was a creek and rocks and plenty of bugs and snakes. I look at my son now who begs me to play outside in 100 degree heat and I tell him no, he would love to live in “the pass” as Dugway folks kindly refer to it. My parents had a pretty substantial amount of camping gear so we were absolutely fine, we were actually living pretty darn good. I don’t remember how long we lived there but I remember my two brothers and I being upset when the Commander drove by and noticed us living in the pass and went back to base demanding that our housing be made ready immediately. What a nosey punk, right?! While his intentions were noble the three of us were just upset that we had to go and live in a boring old house:(
While I’m a city girl to the core, I absolutely love nature. Just yesterday my kids and I took the “long” way home from their grandpa’s house in Evanston Wyoming, just so we could stop and play in the mountains.
We even found a snow bank for them to have a snow ball fight in, which considering it had been 105 degrees in Salt Lake the day before was a welcome departure. We also had to stop and put our feet in the Provo river falls, because only a crazy person can drive by cold water like that and not put their feet in, right? 😉
If you’ve never been through the Uinta mountains I highly recommend you throw it on a bucket list of some sort. I have been many places and I’ve loved them all, but nothing quite compares to the Uintas.
There were more pictures and even videos of the snow ball fight. I post those on my Facebook page because if not this blog would be entirely too long.