My father-in-law convinced us all to take a scenic hike through the White Mountains while on vacation last weekend. I’m so glad that he did! It was gorgeous. I was able to chat with my father-in-law, sister-in-law, her boyfriend and my husband without interruption. The only interruption came when Lauren and I thought there was a snake around every turn, “It’s just a cricket Ryan would tell us.” Riiiiiight. Crickets hiss and rattle, eh? (don’t tell him, but he was probably right, and we were probably just paranoid.)
You know a hike is legit when you sport a fanny pack for your water. Notice the hats? The minute he puts a ASU hat on, I have to cancel him out by wearing a UofA hat, naturally. Hey, they say opposites attract.
There was this dog named, Billy, who was hiking with his owners. It was the cutest thing to watch him jump into the creek and then run up the hill to catch up with the rest of us. Billy made me miss our pooch, Logan. He would have loved it up here.
Rob knew everything about this area. We joked that we had our own personal tour guide along for the ride. We were sure lucky to have him too … because I’m pretty sure without his guidance we would have taken a few wrong turns and ended up in the woods with snakes … ahem, lots of crickets around.
And that is my husband frolicking in the forest. In this moment, my husband was dancing around when he came upon an empty water bottle that some other hiker left behind. It was empty. It was crushed. And it was a bit gross. Ryan immediately picked it up and said, “It’s a good thing I found this. We need to keep the forest clean,” and then stuffed that nasty water bottle into his little fanny pack and kept on hiking. Yep, just call him Park Ranger Cross.
And then … my father-in-law says “Anyone want to go to Green’s Peak?” It’s just a quick 30 minute drive and its beautiful, I am told. Sure. No big deal, right? Well, he failed to mention that we would be taking a giant incline up the steepest mountain ever in our Jeep. Did I mention I am terrified of heights?
I nearly peed my pants on the drive up, but we made it. And it was beautiful. There were cows along the way, lots of pretty clouds and great views to take it. Oh, and on the way back to the cabin, Rob treated us to funnel cake from a local Indian stand near the casino. The day was perfect, in my opinion.