Make-up ride

As we drove home from our ruined anniversary trip, the despair came on even harder. I was so mad and upset! I hid in the backyard pretending to check on the garden (like I know what I'm doing there) as I cried tears of disappointment. Not to mention a second round of crying in the backyard while Jeff was napping and I was avoiding laundry and cleaning. The last things I wanted to do on our 10 year getaway with no kids.

When Jeff woke up to me dusting the tops of the kitchen cabinets he knew I was grouchy! The second he asked if I wanted to go on a ride to Bountiful Peak, I threw down the dust rags and scrambled for my 4 wheeling clothes.

Mother Nature smiled down upon us and gave us a perfect evening for a ride. The sun peaked through the rain clouds as it was setting and brightened up the entire valley. And my soul. Maybe I was being a little over dramatic about the whole weekend.

We were able to find the "three lakes" (more like ponds) everyone had told us about. I kept hoping we'd see a moose wander down there for an evening snack but there was just a mama duck and her babies. We drove around to Farmington Flats but ran out of time to go the full loop. And we found a campsite we can 4 wheel to with the kids. My kind of camping... plenty of bathrooms and close enough to home that we don't have to pack a lot of crap and we can come home if we, er, I mean I, decide I'd rather sleep in my own bed rather than a tent.

We raced the setting sun back down, hoping to catch it before it fell behind more clouds. We got a few minutes of bright red before the clouds swallowed it back up. 

Oh, and did I mention we both learned our lessons from the day before and came prepared with actual coats? Yep. Riding warm and dry is a lot more fun than riding like cold, wet rats. I guess you can teach a couple of old dogs some new tricks.