Just after school started when I was in the 8th grade the Scouts and the Beehives from our Stake hiked the Zion Canyon Narrows. In order to start you have to travel up to the top of Cedar Mountain and drive around Navajo Lake and down into the canyon to the head of the Virgin River. The majority of the hike is in the water as you travel down the canyon the river gets deeper and the dry land disappears as the walls of the canyon get steeper and more narrow. My Dad and my Brother Doug were part of the group. I remember we really laughed when my Dad slipped and fell down and got back up so fast that he didn’t even get wet. To me this was one of the great adventures of my young life. Partly because there was an element of danger. The water was cold and if a storm suddenly came up on Cedar Mountain we would not know until the water began to rise and we would be trapped in the walls of the canyon. I knew this was true because there had been groups of hikers had been caught in these canyons and there were serious consequences. Another bonus of the trip was being with my Dad on an adventure that he would usually take with my brothers and the Scouts. I got to be a part of his world.
Remember when we hiked up Provo canyon for Girl Scouts? You always made us trail mix the night before. We hiked up to the waterfall and sat on teh big flat rock to eat our lunch. What fun! One of my favorite summer memories!