A hike to and through Timpanogos Cave has long been an annual (quite nearly) tradition for me, dating way back to when I was small enough to be carried on my dad's shoulders for that long and steep trek to the top of the trail. I could be such a pill. My dad was such a good sport to allow me to ride on his shoulders. Not every dad would allow his 17-year-old to do that. Haha, JUST KIDDING! I was only 16. Sorry. I was about three.
Anywho, even while my own little family was living in Illinois, we would usually make the hike to the cave during our yearly visits to Provo, so the memories of this activity are strong and wonderful and dear.
This year was no exception as a passel of us took to the trail! Kimball was such a sport and walked for about ten feet before hanging his head and saying that he was t-t-t-t-i-i-i-i-r-r-r-e-e-e-d-d-d-d. Just as my dad did for me, Jordan hoisted Kimball atop of his shoulders and carried an extra 40 pounds of weight to the top of that mountain! Papa lent his strong shoulders for little Kimball's benefit as well, and we all arrived at the cave without nary a tear. (Papa was close, but he toughed it out. jk again.)
After working up a mighty appetite, we decided it was time to grab our expectant mama and chow down at our local Costa Vida! Lest you think that everyone's faces suddenly morphed into a sci-fi motif, they were standing behind a wall of water in the top two photos. (Check out Kimball's little pug nose in the top pic. Why does that just come so naturally to a four-year-old boy, I wonder?)
Okay, now I'm going to put you on the spot and see if you can scout out our darling young elder as he makes two appearances in the photo below via of our family mascots. Ready? Go!