Monday, March 28, 2011

Don't Call it a Comeback...

...I've been here for years.

So, I realized I haven't updated this for quite some time. I can think of a gazillion excuses, but the fact of the matter is, at the end of the day, it is what it is.

So here is where I am since the last post about Maine that happened in October. I did one more epic road trip, when I flew to Georgia and drove back to Utah with Becca in November.

We went down to Goblin Valley in December, and did a little hiking around.

Went snowshoeing a few times after that, and maybe even tried a little Nordic skiing.

Hiked up to Donut Falls a few times.

Hiked out to Diamond Fork Hot Springs.

Woke up after a late night working to do a Dawn Patrol with Chase.

I witnessed the remnants of the greatest snowman war our world has ever seen.

Visited and took my first known photos of the Great Salt Lake.

After a lot of prodding, finally was talked into hiking to the top of Antelope Island (Frary Peak).

While the annual Dude Fest Hut Trip was non-existent this year, I was still somehow able to organize a spontaneous Presidents Day weekend Yurt trip to the Snorkeling Elk Yurt, down near Beaver, UT.

This is what it looked like when we got there:

This is it with the ~2.5' of new snow that we got the next day.

This is the most epic photo of all time.

Becca getting rad, and her first taste of powder!
And last week I escorted the ol' girlfriend out to Georgia, and then up to North Carolina for a wedding and then back to the Georgia coast to visit her old stomping grounds.

Here is Becca battling her brother and dad in a little Mario Kart.

We also visited the Life and Science Museum. They let you pick out your own butterfly and then let you eat it. This was Becca's: Umm... just kidding, we didn't really eat those. Promise.

This is Becca's brother, Alex, kicking his own ass.

A little stroll on Jeckyll Island.
The Girl worked down here for a while.
It was kinda purty.
Way green, with some massive Live Oaks, and Old Man's Beard.
And a rope swing...

Then, once I got back, I escorted my mom out to Antelope Island so she can prove to me that she is tougher than I am by running a 50k (it actually was about 33 miles or something). Pretty hard core.

The sunrise over the northern Wasatch from the island (I don't see many sunrises, being a night person and all, so I have to document them when I see em).

This is my mom, at the start of the nearly 7 hour race.
All smiles, just like always!

Devin was out there running it too, so it was good to catch up, and reminisce about the Grand Canyon exactly a year ago.

Well, I am daring myself to write more of these. I'll see what I can do.

You stay classy, Salt Lake City. I am The Neil.


Mandy Moo said...

Excellent post the neil. You have covered some serious ground this year. Love following your adventures! I always look forward to seein ya.

Jamie Rose McMillen said...

So perfect! what great times you have had!

Christen said...

Well. I have to say it looks like you're doing pretty good for yourself. Love the pics!

Anonymous said...

Great to see you posting again. Pictures look great. Are you shooting with a PS or DSLR.