Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Climb Every Mountain

            Winter semester was over at Brigham Young University, where I earned my Master of Library Science degree. My roommate Sareta Dobbs and I were enrolled for spring term and stayed on campus during the intervening days. We decided to have some fun. Neither of us had a car, and we hadn’t been anywhere beyond a bus trip to the Orem mall for Christmas shopping.
            We rented a tandem bicycle and zipped through the streets of Provo, all the way out to Utah Lake. We tried our hand at bowling in the Wilkinson Center. Then we set our sights on the huge whitewashed Y up on the mountain.

From the campus, the Y can be seen to the right.
            Early on a beautiful sunny day, we trekked from our room in the Deseret Towers to the foot of the mountain below the Y. As far as we could tell, no one else was around. We had the mountain to ourselves.
            We started our climb, grasping weeds on occasion and sliding on loose ground. Huffing and puffing, we finally reached the Y. We sat in the middle of the Y to catch our breath.

I made it to the Y!
            The view was fantastic, the lake sparkling in the distance. And then we became aware of other people approaching from the side. They’d strolled up to the Y on a path, a zigzag, easy incline path! Who knew?

The view from the Y.
            Sareta and I had a good laugh and ambled down the mountain on the path. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. Our hike to the Y was much more adventurous.


  1. Sounds like a lot of fun, and your pictures are beautiful!

  2. Yes, we did that on purpose! :) Love this story. Oh, the things I've done the hard way ... :)

  3. Lol! Great memories and nice pictures, too.