Family Traditions

   I've been backpacking longer than I can remember. It is one of those things I take for granted. Some of my earliest memories are of my Dad taking me to the Sipsey Wilderness (in Alabama) in the fall. As a kid that place was magical. I would be transported back in time to become a Cherokee stalking a deer, or struggling to build a fire with the damp wood. Those experiences undoubtedly shaped who I am today.
   So now that I live in the Rockies, whenever we can find the time,  I get to show my Father the magical places I have to explore in my adopted home. This fall we first went up to altitude and found it too freakin' cold and snowy. So then we headed to the Utah desert for a four day loop of Woodenshoe/Dark/Peavine Canyons. The weather was at times uncomfortable, but it made for some beautiful scenery, and a memorable trip. Thanks Dad.