The Curse is Broken

August 28th, 2016 will go down in the history books as 
the day that J.R.'s fishing curse was finally broken!

It was a beautiful cloudy day, so we packed up our Jeep and met up with my Dad 
for a day of fishing. We went up to one of our favorite places on the Mirror Lake Highway. 
We'd camped at this little lake before, but we'd never brought our fishing poles until now.

We started fishing after eating lunch, and there were already groups of people who’d hit
their limit for the day. So with high hopes we threw out our lines and waited.

J.R. was skeptical (like he always is about fishing. Ha) But then sun went behind the clouds and my dad got a bite. As he reeled it in, I became more hopeful that today would be the day to break the curse, and a moment later J.R. was pulling his own out of the water! I couldn't believe it. 

When he started to reel it in, I was jumping up and down like we'd won the lottery.

"You caught a fish! Oh my gosh. You got one. You caught a fish!"  
(I probably embarrassed him. haha)

It was a tiny little Tiger Trout.
J.R. said, "Great. My first fish and it's the littlest one in the lake."

Haha. But it doesn't matter! 

The curse was broken, and for the first time in 
a long time, J.R. was excited about fishing again. 

We can't wait to come back here next summer.  
Maybe we'll even get to do some ice fishing again before then.

Rose Canyon

I'm so glad that my family keeps this spicy redhead girl around. 

Chelsea, Colten, and I took her, Little Black, and Scuba Steve out on 
an autumn adventure to Rose Canyon.
Scuba Steve, Little Black, and Penny

I had never been to Rose Canyon before. In my opinion, it's more of a desert mountain range than a forest mountain range (if that makes any sense.) I think it would be too hot for my liking during the summertime, but it was perfect during these fall temperatures. The trail was muddy in some places, but the changing leaves where beautiful.

We rode around, eventually making our way to the peak of the mountain. It was incredibly beautiful at the top. We could see all the way down into the Salt Lake Valley, and then across the mountain range over to Mt. Timpanogos in Utah Valley.

Check out those snow capped mountains in the back

While we were up there, we met some friendly hikers who told us how they were training for a hiking marathon in Hawaii. Crazy huh?

During one part of the ride, Penny and I were behind Chelsea who was riding Little Black, when we got to a sketchy part of the trail near the top of the mountain. It was steep and the mud was thick. Penny (who has mainly spent her life in an arena) was very tired at this point. So I decided to dismount and help lead her up the trail to a more dry area. Just then Little Black started to lose her footing in the mud and began sliding back down towards me and Penny. Luckily - everyone stayed calm and Little B was able to power through to a better, safer part of the trail. It got our heart racing, but no-one got hurt. 

Later, Colten humbly points out to Chelsea and me how his mule, Scuba Steve, managed the trail like a champ and had no problems at all. He didn't even break a sweat.

Haha (We know. We know. Mules rule the mountains.)

Here's a picture showing how Scuba Steve felt about the ride.

Seriously though, I'm so grateful for these little adventures 
that I get to experience with my family and friends.