Toward the lake, toward the start

After spending the weekend in doors, on the couch and acknowledging the hand of the Almighty and His compassion for our little family, we headed out. We went out into the afternoon fall cool and stepped heavily as if we belonged there. I remember 1994 riding my silver and orange Mongoose down to the river trail and the horrible bee sting that convinced me I was ugly.

Provo has changed. 12 years ago were slower, quieter and more free. The river trail has changed-the rope swing is gone and so are the rocks we pilled high in the river to create the deep pool that accommodated our diving- all that hard work! The trail from Harbor Park into the river trail is gone-there are houses there now, there are parks there and parking lots and planted prepackaged and imported trees.

Despite the changes of the last decade the trail is still lovely. Trees jut into the sky as evidence of the season's change is manifest. The drive to the lake down boat harbor drive satisfied my need to see things differently. Here are some photos from our walk....enjoy!