The day was much like any other, except I had been giving the day off. A rarity for me, I decided to make the most of it. So I saddled up my trusty motor steed and set off into the mountains. Up and up I went, winding my way towards the Guardsman Pass. As I made the ascent I was comforted by my constant companions, the road, fresh mountain air, and my faithful steed. We had no purpose being there other than our being and that was more than enough to compel us onward. Upon reaching the summit I gazed into the distance, dark clouds loomed to the north, an ill omen for such a journey as this. For this reason, when I happened upon a fork in the road upon my descent, I chose the southern route. This path took me down from the mountain pass into the town of Midway where I had the good fortune of running into the mother of a good friend of mine. We conversed for a short while and she sent me on my way with the knowledge of more adventure! There was a cave, the Timpanogos Cave, a short way off. A wonder to behold, I knew that is where I would venture to on this most adventurous day. In a short time I found myself at the foot of the mountain, up an over again I had to make my way to the cave on the far side. Seventeen miles of pure motorcycling bliss. Linking one turn into the next and shaded by aspen groves I scaled the great peak. (In all seriousness, it was amazing. I was literally giggling for 17 miles.) The cave was close at hand by then, unfortunately the last mile and a half had to be climbed by foot. So I set about at my task and arrived at the cave huffing and puffing, but I had made it. To my great fortune I (and because I somewhat planned it) I serendipitously ran into Ms. Jones. The knowledgeable and gracious host of the Timpanogos Cave. Upon entering the cave I was introduced to a subterranean spectacle of colors, sounds, smells and stories. It was really quite a marvelous time and anyone who has the time should make the journey to see it for themselves as I'm certain my account can not do it proper justice. Alas, after exiting the cave my endeavors were at an end. A quick walk down the hill and a uneventful ride home gave me time to reflect upon and appreciate the good memories I had made.
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| Life finds a way... |
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| Across the valley |
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| The climb |
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| Gasp! It's a sign! |
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| Thank you Ms. Jones! |
That's Ranger Jones to you (and whilst I'm wearing that hat)!
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