…quote from Wallace Stevens, that is:
“A newly-fallen snow
At the end of winter when afternoons return.”
We hadn’t hiked in a few weeks and there was fresh snow and sun in Millcreek–always a mood booster, along with the lengthening days.
nature
Inland Ocean
We went out to the Great Salt Lake yesterday to see the mirabilite mounds that had formed. The mounds were cool–I had no idea there were underground springs–but I was really taken by the lake (again).
Maybe it’s the pandemic and the fact we haven’t gotten out much, but the lake on a windy, unseasonably warm day was beautiful. It reminded me a lot of the southern Utah desert–that high-altitude, late winter light, the blue distances, the spaciousness.
I don’t think I’ve had enough coffee to keep pretending to be Terry Tempest Williams, but consider this your recommendation to visit the GSL in the winter.
It’s Happening
I would say the colors in the canyons are going to be at their peak in the next week or so–check out Millcreek yesterday. Even with smoke in the air, the maples and scrub oaks were poppin.
Looking September-ish
We went up to hang out by the creek in Millcreek Canyon on Sunday. We hadn’t been up in a couple weeks and everything changed from looking like high summer to maybe, a little bit, looking like fall:
First Of August
The first weekend in August is also Lughnasa, halfway between the summer solstice and the autumnal equinox. I’m not really a Neo-Pagan but we did our own version of “visiting holy wells” to celebrate–i.e., we went back to hang around Millcreek for a couple hours, where it was hot enough even at altitude that the river felt really good (and kept the beer cold).
Bloom Time
It’s wildflower season up at altitude so we headed back up to the Uinta Mountains an hour away to look at them:
Alpine meadows always make me feel like Heidi. Check out that natural bouquet in the second pic!
Nature’s Air Conditioning
We didn’t hike yesterday but we did hang out for a mini “beach” day at Millcreek:
It was lovely–the air didn’t feel like opening an oven, the water was “refreshing” (numb your toes cold), and messing around in that lovely shallow stream always makes me feel like I’m in The Wind in the Willows.
A Day At The Lake
As is tradition now (at least since 2017), we went up to the Uinta mountains for the Fourth of July. This time, we didn’t do the full Lofty Lakes Loop trail; we haven’t been on real hikes at all this year because of the rona so we didn’t want to attempt a thousand feet of elevation gain per mile, at altitude.
Instead, we hiked to the lowest lake and played around in it. This is Scout Lake, but it should really be called Bob Ross Lake:
Likewise, Bald Mountain should just really be called Mount Bob.
Back At It
We didn’t go up into the mountains for the three months of the first wave, both because the Forest Service had asked people to stay away and because there was no way to stay six feet apart on a narrow trail.
Which means we missed all of the snow melt and leafing out and jumped right into summer:
Which means….Moley’s back in the river!
We still avoided a real trail–this is all just off the road at the upper canyon in Millcreek, which is closed to cars until July. But wow, was it nice to get out (and get in the water):
“The bare bones of it”
The canyon is mostly bare of leaves but not yet snow-covered; we went up for a walk yesterday and I thought of this passage I found in The Wind in the Willows (at the start of the chapter when Mole ventures into the Wild Wood):
Copses, dells, quarries, and all hidden places, which had been mysterious mines for exploration in leafy summer, now exposed themselves and their secrets pathetically, and seemed to ask him to overlook their shabby poverty for a while, till they could riot in rich masquerade as before, and trick and entice him with the old deceptions. It was pitiful in a way, and yet cheering—even exhilarating. He was glad that he liked the country undecorated, hard, and stripped of its finery. He had got down to the bare bones of it, and they were fine and strong and simple.