This is my dad and I in late July of this year, hanging out at 11,300’ elevation near the beautiful aqua blue water of Red Castle Lake. I don’t normally share these kinds of personal shots, but lately I’ve been feeling a lot of gratitude for this man and the influence he has had in my life.
My love for the outdoors, and the High Uintas in particular, can be traced all the way back to August of 1994 when we did our first backpacking trip together. I was 14 years old, and my dad was 38... which is the age I am now. (Woah 😲)
We spent three days in Henry’s Fork Basin, and summited Kings Peak, the tallest mountain in Utah.
It was one of the toughest things I had ever done, and I’m not sure I even particularly enjoyed it at the time. But years later those planted seeds finally took root and shaped me into the mountain addict I am today.
Just wanted to say thanks, dad. Your love for adventure in the outdoors is one of the greatest gifts you ever shared with me.