I moved to provo two months before my 18th birthday. I wasn't the smartest 17 year old, hence the vow i made to myself that i would never hike the Y. maybe because everybody was doing it? i don't know the reasoning behind my 17 year old iron-clad promise...but either way, i'm not one to break promises.
until i realized it was stupid, and hiking the Y was put on my 30 before 30 list. i was a little nervous. i heard it was steep, and i know how much i hate the stair stepper at the gym. I'm happy to report that WE DID IT!!!
Ryan, Halie and Beb were very patient with my (and my bad hip...how old am i?!?!?) we hiked it at night since it was lit for graduation. it was the perfect temperature. perfect company. and felt dang good to finally check off my list :)
i dont care what you say, but my brother ryan is one of the funniest people i know. either that, or he knows my sense of humor so well that anything he does is funny to me. when i showed up to the hosue before the hike he had made a pile of supplies. rope. headlamps. knives. hatchett. gun. and fishing pole. seriously.
ok, so we only took water, headlamps, and flashlights.
so, see ya later #7. it felt very good crossing you off.