plan not necessary

even the best laid plans change. I didn't have much more of a plan than to hike to Lake Blanche, a hike picked at random from the many options of Big Cottonwood Canyon, {see it about middle distance lit up by a bit of sunshine?} so I wasn't too concerned when I reached the trail head and found myself in a considerably gusty rainstorm that didn't seem all that inviting.

Continuing up the canyon, windows down, sweatshirt on and fighting the urge to turn on the heater, I found a road I've never ventured up.


ever the anti-social when it comes to being out enjoying nature {isn't it supposed to be about solidarity?} I chose a trail that veered off from the one the bikers/hikers/dog walkers were picking and went on the one less traveled. {I can hear my dad sighing right now, I had my cell and mace so no worries}

at the tip top the clouds were moving fast and the sun was peaking in and out just long enough to highlight different parts of the vista below. A storm didn't seem to be brewing, just clouds moving along going other places to rain out some Saturday plan, but not mine.