Now, if you give a man (or me) the task of making a simple decision and, for example sake, lets say the decision is where to do an overnight camping trip with his son, a man must always come to the most complicated solution. I pulled out my maps and double checked on Google Earth if some dirt roads took me to where I was thinking of going. Totally wasted about two hours of sleeping time Saturday morning. I think this is just a law of nature when it comes to men; over do it and make it complicated. Actually, it is the lost twelfth commandment.
Wherefore, if a man were presented with a simple question, it is commanded that he shall come to the most complicated solution.All jokes aside, I've always wanted to return to upper American Fork canyon. I used to go backcountry snowboarding and snowshoeing in the canyon before Matix was born. If I couldn't make it to the ski resorts after work, I would head up the canyon to have a little fun closer to home; day or night. I've only visited the upper portion of the canyon once and it was during a blizzard so we were limited in safe routes and visibility.
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| Tibble Fork |
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| Driving through a gap. |
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| Matix stole Soleil's scarf for himself. |
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| A little bothered he had to hold still for a picture. |
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| Leaning into me. Talking about Batman, Indiana Jones, you know, important stuff. |
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| Ready for bed. |






