Daytrip to Payson, a few miles up Houston Mesa. Beckie and I were here 10+ years ago, didn’t remember it all til we dove in. So much fun for such easy access, a Prius-based adventure that cost $18 in gas, and, why you should hit it mid-week.
For about 4 hours I was a broken record “hands and feet! careful! slippery! 3 points!”
they are so much fun
I climbed the ladder while they were playing around on the cliffs. It was slick to mount in water i couldn’t stand in, and a little scary the first time as it bounced in cadence with you. Easier the second time after i found the footholds. G HAD to try it, and I approve of this rapacity, so i did it 2 more times right on her butt to spot her. Then Alana HAD to try it 2x too, and finally G HAD to jump off it with me after we watched someone else dew eet.
We watched another family come down, something wrong with the ~23yo dad, skinny as straw with his hair everywhere and zombie eyes. When he walked by and G said ‘ugh, Dia you stink!‘ I also got to teach them about tweakers. #ParentingForGnarness
I lost track of the time, loving it all, and struggling more than them with tired knees and higher COG. The coolest stuff we did swimming a few pools above the draws into falls, tugging Dia along with us, I gots no pics.
wetsuit flatters my junk, but black is slimming and shrinkage = junk neutrality.
The hike out was a girls-high-on-stoke romp: everything is green, the dragonflies are beautiful, the rocks are warm and the air cold enough to last into the 105 degree evening down in the Valley.
Doesn’t like water
