This was taken in July 2015. So the story goes…
It was a rare day off from Old Navy. Rachel and I were both off. Since we didn’t already spend enough time together at all hours of the day, we decided to go for a hike. I hadn’t ever hiked Ensign Peak, despite living in Salt Lake for a long time.
So up we went. To Ensign Peak, to the top of the valley.
It was a hot day, but we were prepared. We both had sunscreen, hats, sunglasses, bottles full of ice water, phones in case something went wrong, and comfy clothes. We got to the trail head and decided whose stuff would stay in the car, and what we would bring. We left our water in the car, because we didn’t want to have to carry it. I don’t ever remember thinking that would be a bad idea. (It didn’t end up being a bad idea. We both lived.) One thing neither of us were prepared for was the accidental pace I set.
If you haven’t climbed Ensign Peak before, I will explain. It’s a very short hike, and really only takes about an hour if you climb it at a normal pace. There is quite the elevation gain in the short walk. For some reason, that hot day, I decided to basically run up the hill. I do this, for some reason, every single time I climb Ensign Peak. It’s not good for the people with me who wanted just a leisurely walk up the hill and instead got an intense cardio workout.
Anyway, it was a really hot day and I ran up the hill. Not literally, but I was pretty quick. I realized what I was doing and tried to stop halfway to rest for a second. The rest was short lived, as we both agreed we would just rest at the top. Up we climbed, hoping there was at least a breeze at the top of the hill. Continue reading