Caves and Creeks

Posted by on August 10, 2016 at 8:36 pm :: No Comments

It’s been a while since we’ve had a chance to vacation with Jason’s family so we were happy that our schedule allowed us to go camping with them up American Fork Canyon on his mom’s birthday. It was a weekend of a little exertion and a lot of ease.

Do I look cool? I was actually rather hot and soggy.

Do I look cool? I was actually rather hot and soggy.

We started the outing with a trek to Timpanogos Cave accompanied by Jason’s parents and brother. We’ve done this hike several times in recent years but the cave, really three caverns connected, is a fascinating hole wholly worthy of multiple visits. Although intense, the overheating brought on by our trudge across the sun-blasted switchbacks leading to Timp Cave was over quickly. We were unpleasantly sweaty when we entered the monument but cooled promptly thanks to its 60s insides.

The formations inside Timpanogos Cave look like God's doodles.

The formations inside Timpanogos Cave look like God’s doodles.

The trail to Timpanogos Cave winds across rockslide regions and cliff faces.

The trail to Timpanogos Cave winds across rockslide regions and cliff faces.

We spent the rest of the night hanging out with Jason’s family at the Little Mill Campground. Many of the camping spots at Little Mill are pretty compact, as in sardines in nylon, but the spot Jason’s parents reserved for their RV was shaded and roomy so everyone convened there. We devoured more tinfoil dinners and birthday cupcakes than we should have while conversing around the jigging flames of a hearty fire. It was great getting to visit with no time constraints and only the chatter of the American Fork River to distract from our chatter.

Jason's family takes pictures on this rock every time they hike to Timp Cave.

Jason’s family takes pictures on this rock every time they hike to Timp Cave.

We had planned on going on a hike the following morning but the appeal of lounging got the better of us so that’s all we did until Jason and I had to depart.

This gnarled root marks another standard picture spot for the Sabins.

This gnarled root marks another standard picture spot for the Sabins.

The perfume of the pines, the allure of cave squiggles, the warm turbulence of the fire, the sizzle of crisping potatoes, the contrast of the spotted sky, and the relaxed company of family made for a mighty fine camping trip.

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