apen grove: moose stalking, moose sightings, and a moose attacking..

So I am now typing this by myself, having become a bit more used to my cast, which now is the colors neon yellow and neon green. Aspen grove was finished yesterday, and then we came straight to Lake Powell, which will mean that soon I will lose all reception. Aspen Grove was a hit, and a sweet one at that. While hiking mt. Timpanogos, (11,500 roughly) we saw a large quantity of wildlife, which included moose and mountain goats. The moose we saw in a little plateau on a cliff on our way up, and the moose was minding its own business eating ON THE TRAIL. So after we found the moose, and many pictures were taken, we started inching forward. But lo and behold, the moose was bound to find out sometime, and that happened when we were less than 5 feet from it. The moose then proceeded to start the charge hat was meant to kill or injure severely. Everyone in the group rapidly backed off and after a few moments of indecision, the moose backed off. We were then able to proceed hastily up the plateau.
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This is finished after Lake Powell, but I will not include Lake Powell, but will wait until later, when the pictures are uploaded to proceed in that direction. Now, back to Mt. Timp....
When we were not that far from reaching the saddle, I was getting seriously discouraged and depressed, them, as I was half-heartily silently fighting my Dad to go back, my aunt Paula and my Dad combined to give me strength and to motivate me up. As we were at the saddle, all my energy boosts (my Dad claims that I came to terms with myself and it was all mental) kicked in, and I was in my element. As Paula was laboring from breath, and getting a little discouraged herself, I decided to give back some of that encouragement that helped my so well. When we got to the top, my Dad was slightly disturbed on how well I was feeling and how much energy I had, and proceeded to give me a lot of weight in my backpack. I then proceeded to half-run down the mountain, joking and laughing all the while.
Mt. Timp. wasn't the only thing that happened, Nick Porter also happened. He was an old kindergarten buddy of mine that moved away and after moving a few times, landed in El Paso, Texas. We reconnected and had a fun time. Valerie also got a lot of attention from a general audience of the male gender. The events that have happened as a result of that I will leave for Valerie's discretion on who to tell. All that I will say is that Aspen Grove was a great memorable experience, and the best Aspen Grove I remember!
I leave these tidings with the promise of Lake Powell shortly,

Caroline